Busking in Memmingen, Germany.

After a good night's sleep at the campsite we stayed in just about 2 weeks ago, we hit the road.  But before we started for home, we had a wee-short busk in Memmingen.
We felt like we knew the ropes in Memmingen.

A brass or bronze model of Memmingen, Germany

It was a 20 minute drive from our campsite, in the wrong direction.  But the fact that we knew where we could park, where the town centre was, where we could busk, etc, made it worthwhile.
The lady in the German equivalent of Specsavers had come out last time (2 weeks ago) and told us the rules were that you can busk for an hour, and then you have to move on.  So Ruth gallantly went to her shop and told her that we were going to busk for "ONE HOUR", in her loudest English so that she would understand.  The Specsaver lady remembered us and beamed benevolently at Ruth, and granted us, her "permission".
We got on with it.
After a few minutes, and a couple of songs we got into conversation with a couple of Germans.  The lady couldn't speak English, but the guy had spent several years in Canada, and was fluent in English.
We had a good chat with them, about our music, ballroom dancing, politics, Brexit, - you name it, - after a while we felt they were our best buddies.
We were surprised at his view on Brexit.  He felt that us Brits may have actually be doing the right thing by leaving the EU!!  We didn't think we would find anyone over in Europe who was sympathetic to us Brits.  This guy was!
We left town with our pockets full of Euros and headed to the north of the Black Forest, and chose a campsite there.
What a beautiful part of the world.  I wish we had more time to explore the Black Forest.
The rest of our day was just driving.
But through some idyllic scenery.