a beautiful walk

'Where is your next possible office?' I asked my husband.
He checked online, and then told me where it is.
I fetched the plastic garbage and the bottles which need to be returned to the shop, we went out and heading to there.
The funny thing is that we could not find that house number with the given address. Instead, we noticed a new building there, which is still doing ad for selling the leftover 359 square meters. So, the office might be just moved in and still in process of getting everything ready. Never mind.
Then, something needs to be noted down is, from there, we walked to Isar and had a beautiful beautiful walk along the river bank.
It was so picturesque from all angles with every step. The glittering water, the contrast between the stillness, that is brought by the over-exposure effect of the sunshine, and roaring sound of running water, the people in pair or in group, who were enjoying the tranquility of the scenery in their most comfortable positions, the fresh warmth and the tender breeze, the stones, lean on each other with their smooth tamed surface and giggling with every of my step, the faintly visible shadow of water among the stones, the bright yellow sprouts on trees, the prosperous white little cherry flowers, the greenness in its extensive variety, the one or two words of French language, ......brushed the sensational impression with a genuine romantic tune.
I was amazed by the number of bridge on the Isar. That kind of work belongs to the architectural design of the city, I guess.
Certainly, when approaching those long bridges, where more and more crowd appeared in the eyesight, the landscape turned then inevitably worldly and vulgar with only one exceptional case; we saw a couple, which were talking with their hands, arranged a small table with white clothe on the little island in the middle of the river, sitting face to face. A photographer, who was carrying the sunshine with his back and a standing camera, was taking photos for them.
'How could they get there?' I asked with obvious amassment.
'Walking cross the water.' My husband said.
This is really a nice season. It is not such a shocking thing any more, if one walks in the water outdoors.
It is pitty that I only remembered to bring the barbage but forgot to bring the camera.