Last week my parents and my grandfather made the long journey to Cologne for some sightseeing and some time with the baby. It was the first time in Germany for all three of them (well, technically, Mom once changed flights in Frankfurt).
We spent quite a bit of time in the Cologne Cathedral (where no balloons are permitted), including a guided tour and an evensong in the ornate - though unheated - choir section. We also hit up a good number of the older Romanesque churches around the city center, for a little break from the Gothic. Here's Grandpa on his way to St. Aposteln (which I confess I hadn't visited before).
Apart from churches, we took in some museums (including the Gerhard Richter exhibit at the Ludwig), sampled a bit of kölsch, and stopped at a few favorite haunts (here, coffee factored in). And, in our travels, Dad ran into a little piece of home.
Of course, we were a little slow getting out the door each morning, slaves to the baby's clock, but this afforded the grandparents some time to play with Myrna, who was at times very free with her smiles. As well she should be, with yet another wave of awesome gifts. Here's my Mom calming Myrna down after the always-traumatic donning of the hats.
And here's my Dad doing much the same.
Lots more photos are slowly making their way onto Myrna's Picasa fanpage.