On Sundays things close early despite the fact that everyone knows that I sleep in on Sundays and every other day I can sleep in. So the store was closed and probably the museum so I didn’t even bother. Instead I went to the Großer Garten and found a restaurant.
Luckily I was early enough that the soccer crowd had not yet assembled fully (France and Portugal, I think?) and I was easily able to point to something on the menu. Then this arrived.
Meat, potatoes, salad, like God intended. Then, more strudel.
This strudel came with watermelon slices, which were a happy surprise.
I exited the biergarten before soccer started in earnest and walked through the adjacent park.
The sun is out, people are roller blading like it’s the 90s, and when I think the park is perfect, I come to the front of this craziness.
No big deal just sitting here in the middle of a huge public park. That’s my shadow to prove I’m artistic.
I have no idea what this place is. There is no fence around it. Someone could live there for all I know, though I doubt it. I was going to check it out more closely but look how far away it was. And it’s Sunday so you know whatever it is is closed anyway.
I hate to break it to you but literally all I did today was walk around, eat, walk around more, and come back to my room. I liked this walk particularly because there were benches in the park. The world needs more benches.
Before you go thinking all is well, observe:
You can’t really see, but the Captain is saying “Story 3000.” I don’t know what this means but I’m afraid the DEMON has taken a new shape. Stay vigilant, my friends. Stay vigilant.
I am reading Daisy Miller and Other Stories by Henry James and Surely You’re Joking Mr Feyman by Richard Feyman.
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