A statue of the park’s namesake, the great poet and playwright Friedrich von Schiller.
Some more of what is rapidly becoming my favorite kind of graffiti, the public declaration of love.
When we stopped at the grocery store on the way home, I stopped Kyle in the condiment aisle, next to the mayonnaise. “Can you believe,” I asked. “That we’ve been together nearly 7 years, all of the life that has happened, that we’re standing here in the grocery store together, still in love, after all this time? Can you believe that?”