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| Marktplatz |
It
is an excellent place to not do much of anything at all. So I went
ahead and did not much of anything at all. My chosen form of sloth
was sipping coffee in Marktplatz to the tune of accordion/guitar
street music while engaging in one of my favorite past-times: people
watching. In between my appointments at Starbucks (I justified my
visits to this paradigm of American capitalistic globalism by the
existence of free wifi) I did manage to do a bit of shopping (it was
time for new Underoos)
and some aimless cruising on a bicycle through the center of town.
Quaint. Relaxing. Rejuvenating. I did not even mind the frequent
rain. And then there is the added benefit of having someone cook
delicious food for your eating enjoyment. And just in case you're
curious my new boxer shorts look fucking great on me. They are made out
of wool which means you can wear them for days without the smelly poo
poo kaka fragrance. Yes.
