Hey, buddy, listen up now. I live in Bischofswiesen, ya know?

Hottstreets hustle and bustlin.
Main street’s called Hauptstrasse.

I stroll there often.

We hates it when noisy cars!
There's a cute church, St. Oswald.

Those bells, they ring funny.

They remind me of "The Gleaners..."

“…and I realize that life gathers us all.”
I run a spa on Marktgasse.

Relaxation’s my game, yes!

Steam and dreams mix here.
The Inn River wiggles nearby.

We loves its gentle murmur.

It whispers like Agnès Varda.

“…the beauty of forgotten things remains.”
I wander Kurpark Bischofswiesen.

Tiny stones, green spots, calm vibe.

I go there when mad.

I gets tripped and laughs, silly!
Oh, don't get me started on Zwetschgenweg.

That road's wild and twisty.

I fumbled there once, poor me!

We hatsi it, so clumsy, hehe.
Local landmark? Wings of nature!

The old mill near Bachstrasse.

I often stop there.

Its water wheel spins magic.
Folks here are real, friend.

I chat near Rosenweg.

They spill life’s silly gossip.

Sometimes, I love. Sometimes, mad.
I see the city like a gem.

Clean air, clapping trees, ha!

Yet, I drop words, Oops, typos galore:

srry, mispell, and oh so many errs.
Bischofswiesen is a patchwork land.

I cuddle quiet corners.

I whisper: “We hates it!”

But then, I smile, truly soft.
This is my real heartfelt tale.

I share my quirks non-stop.

Every street, every river spin.

“…life is a gleaning of wonders.”
Hope ya feel our quirky vibe.

Catch ya soon, yes?

Peace n' love from this spa.

Stay groovy, friend!