No, I don’t mean the traces of the River Rhine in the distance, nor the town of Rüdesheim on its banks, nor the strange totem poles, nor even the old monastery in front of which this guy was kneeling. It’s his back – with the locations of all the German national HHH meetings since 1989 on his shirt. Good times!
This is posted as part of the Thursday Special Traces of the Past, by Lost in Translation.
The title is taken from the lyrics of the song “Lemon tree” by Fools Garden.
There is a German song*, and it goes:
Ich hab den Vater Rhein in seinem Bett geseh’n
ja der hat’s wunderschön,
der braucht nie aufzusteh’n.
Und rechts und links vom Bett
da steht der beste Wein –
ach wäre ich doch nur der alte Vater Rhein!
I’ve seen old Father Rhine lying in his bed, he has a wonderful lot in life as he never needs to get up.
And to the right and to left of his bed he has the best wine – oh, I wish I was the old Father Rhine!
It’s the best bed I could think of!
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/03/01/one-word-photo-challenge-bed/
