18 June, 2011

in front of the restaurant in honfleur

At the time, I had a reservation for dinner at a restaurant in Honfleur, which I found in an article of a well-sold travel magazine. My reservation was at 19:00, but I just came there around 18:00, and found that still the chefs and waiters there looked too busy for their preparation to welcome its guests. So, I decided to enjoy my evening-walking around its old, narrow, but familiar or better to say "bon vieux" paths and alleys near there.

In alleys, there were always familiar smells of old town. People in here were mainly tourists who looked at windows of restaurant, shops and stores, which were selling classic antiques, paintings of modern impressionists, or ice creams made from regional milk. Sometimes, there were residents who just sit behind the window and just stared at a passerby quietly.

When coming back to my restaurant around 18:50, I found the chefs of the other restaurant nearby, sitting on the small stone stairs and smoking vacantly. They seemed to be parts of the old town
nicely, without questions and reasons, at the time, at least for me.

Here was Honfleur, Normandie.

10 June, 2011

artists at nurnberg starbucks

Along with the Pegnitz river, I found a Starbucks. At 20:30, since the summer-like-afterglow in June was still remaining and a glass of pilsner made me a little bit thirsty, at the moment, I had no choice but went into the familiar coffee shop. A starbucks lady carefully poured an iced coffee in a tall size cup with several blocks of ices. I took it and went outside to look for the riverside table.

In front of my table, there were several Asian boys and girls putting
their musical instruments, mainly stringed instruments, like violins or violas or cellos, beside them. They were chatting and laughing and web-surfing, maybe twitting with their smartphones or ipads, maybe in Korean. In the early summer evening, this seemed to be the moment and place for them to be relaxed after finishing daily hard practices in a conservatoire.

Here was Nurnberg.

09 June, 2011

nurnbergerwursts

I was on the riverside, Pegnitz river actually, and feeling a nice breeze of this early June. I took a glass of pilsner at the riverside restaurant, which I heard once was a home for the elderly.

Taking a sip of pilsner and tasting its nice slight bitter, I was just looking at the surface of the river, and then up the sky. At 20:00, the sun was still there, but people were in the twilight orange-brown and blue.

The waiter served me roasted nurnbergerwursts with full of sauerkrauts. The flavor of the wursts was carried by a breeze, and I washed down bites of them and sauerkraut with sips of pilsner.

Here was Nürnberg
.