shit, and the day before a forecast storm

get up, it is Sunday, put the clothes on, shoes, pick up the bag, get out. There are two young men taking their dog out for a walk. The dog stops to do a shit on the street, the men stand there, the one attached to the dog by a leash and look around just like shoplifters trying to be casual and unnoticed.
Ignore them. Think about the summer to come, when all the waste bins will be filled with plastic bag wrapped dogshit. They will leave it on the street, there is a storm forecast for tomorrow, that will wash the ordure away. Walk on down the alley, then into the Neustadt street, look into all the closed shop windows. In a barber shop window there is a sterling silver razor, one of those ancient ones that used to be sold as a safety razor, with a bog oak handle beautifully polished and a matching shavers brush all on a silver stand. Old technology. The price tag has a figure upon it that is as high as a months wages in eastern Europe.
Walk on down the road, the thoughts changing from plastic wrapped dogshit to overpriced luxury items, they have their market, and somebody can easily be pursuaded to see that quality has it's price and the sheer beauty is to be enjoyed and - some justification will be found.

Stop outside the pub, it is already full of early morning drinkers, chat to a man known even though he is not known by name. He explains that the storm will be there at four in the morning, and that rail traffic will be disrupted. A general conversation about the unpunctuality of the German railways ensues.

Walk on, stopping at a café in the Altstadt street. Drink a coffee, watch the waiter at the Belstner café opposite prepare the outside seats for the days custom.
It will be a warm day, the day on the calm before the storm. There are many older people in the café, some with walking aids, some crippled by Parkinson's disease.

Finish the stroll, walk around the church.
At the corner of the road, there is a huge heap of dogshit, a shiny sausage.
They really did not clear up their dogs leavings, they looked guilty for a reason.

Café Belstner in Landshut getting ready for the day's work today