Schumann throws himself into the ice-cold Rhine
The morning of 27 February 1854 (a Monday) began as many did for Robert Schumann. A er breakfast, he worked quietly at home in Düsseldorf. Around noon, however, he emerged from his study, and le the family’s first-floor apartment on Bilker Strasse without explanation.
Still wearing a floral-patterned dressing gown and slippers, and hatless in cold weather, he walked at
