By Alan Behr
Tribune News Service
Nature again cooperated with my expectations, setting Hamburg aglow with unabashed sunlight that made every roof, window, and rock appear as if to sparkle. The Alster Lakes glistened and the low steamers and the briskly oared sculls that move within it were as marbles rolling across pale-blue velvet. As I have written before, in damp weather, Hamburg can resemble a wet dog, but the light of Northern Europe does it these wondrous favors whenever the clouds unfold to leave the sun to its own devices.
