Readers, it’s another river, but not the Rhine. As you can see on the left, vines grow here on terraced slopes, the banks are dotted with little towns, and the weather is beautiful. It took me three flights to get here; the first was two hours, the second between six and seven hours, and the last less than one hour, followed by a car ride of an hour and a half. A long day of travel, or night and day, or whatever, because my time-frame is all mixed up. The question is “Where Is F.K.?”