it’s so quiet you can hear the sunrise
Saturday morning after the Friday night partying here, and only me and a few determined German joggers and powerwalkers are out and about. They never look as though they are having fun. Mayhap ‘fun’ is verboten.
The bread delivery man and street-sweepers are out and about too. Only a Mediterranean people would think it a good idea to have a couple of guys with a dustpan and brush each set off to clean up a whole street.
And now it’s coffee time.
a few short hours ago this street was jumping