Waiting for the Postamt
I sat, waiting for the post office to reopen after lunch.
The countless benches outside, set up for public viewings of the recent soccer games, provided nice shade and some interesting views.
Directly ahead of me was an old man, obviously in ownership of a little ice cream cart. And because of a lack of customers, I observed this sweet old man make himself an ice cream cone and enjoy each bite.
Ice cream for lunch? Why not?
I was so very tempted to buy some ice cream myself. But Switzerland’s outrageous prices have left my wallet a bit light.
Next time, though, next time.