All waiting for a cafe breakfast, On a Sunday.

 15.11.2015.

        'Purr', on a Sunday, the cat offers it's head for a pat. Soft, furry little animal, get up, and she goes berserk thinking of food on the way.

        And the human goes to the bathroom, the room with the blue tiles and the white porcelain, the silvery taps and the glass shower.

        Brushes teeth too.

        and by then the son is up and the cat is fed. By him. One chore less.

        The living room is still a mess.,

        Coffee, the first stage for breakfast, and leave the house. Peace in the street, the street is bare.. Join the queue at the Marels bakery, a yellow and white shop, people wait impatiently.

        What will it he?

        "vier Kaiser semmetn

        Alice?

        and two pretzels'

        Alice?

        "A lauger semmerl no"

        Alice?

        "Veer mohn"

        Alice?

        "Una Sesambrot"

        "Alice?"

        Alice!

        By now the heap of bakery products on the counter has grown, an account is made and the hill placed.

.. Donley! Donkey!

Any more customers like that!?.

There are five more ahead, it is not too bad.. And Wildo?

. "faint bvezn und ein stitch von diesenfpomting) Kcchdd.. The waves are placed on the counter.

'Will that be all?'

That will be all.

Thank you!

Bitter score!

And pay, and go.

Pass the line of customers outside the French cafe.

All waiting for a cafe breakfast

On a Sunday.