ignoring all of the attractive manhole covers and access ports on the way

 It is strange walking around in a small town how suddenly familiar faces appear around corners. Step aside for a man approaching along a narrow passage under some scaffolding, he looks up and gives a friendly greeting. Where had he been met before? Had we met before? There are no idea available on this business at all.

Today is the day to take a few pictures of  cast iron access covers on the pavements . They are worn and polished by the many soles of shoes walking over them daily. The red crumbly rust is only there were the flat soles of the shoes cannot reach, the polished areas are a warm shiny black. There are foundry marks and patterns on the surfaces. The patterns are probably there to provide grip and to prevent pedestrians from causing themselves injury in the wet. It is dry today, this improves the contrast between the polished metal and the rusty metal.

The supermarket is full of old age pensioners, the younger people are possibly all still asleep after their Friday night exertions. Buy eggs and bread and cheese, more things are momentarily not needed. Look at the apples, but the only variety available are small Braeburns. These taste noticeably different from the larger variety, so leave them alone today.

The bathroom in the mall is still locked. It is ten, and the note on the door says that the toilets open at  nine thirty. Acccept that all things German are not necessarily Germanic. Leave the mall and head on to those public lavatorys at the Rathaus. Hurry on, ignoring all of the attractive manhole covers and access ports on the way.