CG, Man of the People

Yesterday my pa was here and we took him off to see some local sights, including a Benedictine monastery, a cheese factory and the metropolis of Garmisch-Partenkirchen. It was really CG's day though - everywhere we went, random people approached him and started chatting. A little man coming out of a graveyard shook his hand and asked his name, to which CG dutifully replied (I thought with a courtly bow, but actually it was due to the man's diminutive size). Next, a friendly family explained their car number plate to him - he actually knew it already but was too kind to say - and threw in a bit of tourism propaganda for their part of Germany. Then, while he was checking the tyre pressure on our car, a lost and bewildered American started chatting away to him about his 20-year-old Volvo. By now it was getting a bit silly. I was wondering who would be next to respond to his magnetism. Sadly I didn't get to find out, as our party split at that point, leaving CG, Hedda and Titus motoring home in the Twingo and Pa and me at large in GAP*, where we had coffee and admired the tourists. When we got back, CG was revelling in his new status as man of the people and impressing our nosy neighbours with a frenzied bout of lawn-mowing and digging the vegetable patch. Horseradish can be awfully stubborn.

*Garmisch-Partenkirchen, also our car registration.