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[Stremming B. <ski...@al...>]

Tinental middle class on its Sunday outing. It was impossible to escape
them, for their cheerful interest in our clothes, their friendly smiling
countenances robbed their attendance of all impertinence. Thus, somewhat
of their company, although not strictly belonging to it, we went to the
Steinerne Theatre, hewn in the rock, where pastorals and operas were at
one time performed under the direction of the prince-bishops. Then, in
front of the Mechanical Theatre, there is a flight of great stone steps
and balustrades of granite upon which, in company with our German
friends, we hung and climbed and stood, while the most ingenious little
play was per