Day 20 (part 1): An autumn morning on Zionskirchstrasse
I awake to the feint sounds of chairs and tables being scraped into position outside the cafe below. It's too early for customers but the appearance of the seating and the lights inside tell me that the proprietors are busy preparing for the day. Looking down at the street I notice another level of fallen leaves. I swear the trees have changed colour again overnight.
Now I can hear the distant ringing of church bells. That must have been the cue because the cafe door opens and it's ready for business.
A little later the first of the baby brigade appears. Mothers, sometimes fathers, pushing their babies in every conceivable shape and size of pram. On route to the shops, or the bakery down the road. It's only a trickle now but soon it will be a steady stream.
And the cafe has it's first customer of the day. Sitting inside where it would be warm.
Another mother walks by with pram. Judging by the packaging in her hands it looks like it was an early morning trip to the bakery. The intersection is punctuated by cyclists, walkers and the very occasional car.
The last brigade of the morning will come a little later as parents take their children to the school around the corner, often in seats on the backs of their bikes.
