That is all there is to say about it - the peace in the country beer garden is bliss in comparison with the small town feverishly preparing for a big Sunday parade of all of those taking part in the medieval pageant. This only happens every four years.
The beer garden, the wind in the chestnut trees, the quiet conversations of the few other guests, is much preferable to all the shouting, the heavy police prescence, and all the people feverishly searching for seating in the town.
Later, there will be a visit to the artist duo to mop up the loose ends of the job photographing their work.
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