Man, what is it with this place?
Yesterday, we needed an ice cream fix. Our favorite Eisdiele, Diba, next to the Pustet Passage, was closed, despite business hours posted in the window that declared them open and ready to satisfy us. We shuffled over to Neupfarrplatz and tried to hit up Gellini instead — no love there, either.
Then today Tammy tried to walk in at a hair salon at 8:00 a.m., since they were supposed to be open, according to their hours — no dice…at least not for a couple hours. This evening, marking the one-week anniversary of our first day back at work and home after the cruise, we were planning on hitting our favorite local Greek restaurant (not, as you might think, because it’s so authentic, and/or we had so much Greek fare while abroad, but rather just because it’s tasty). I met her there directly after work. And guess what? They were closed, contradicting their posted business hours and messing up our dinner plans. Surprise.
About the only thing that has been unexpectedly open lately has been the tower of the Dreieinigkeitskirche (church of the Holy Trinity) around the corner from us, between Bombay Express and the Thai joint, Havan Bistro. Even after nine o’clock last night, they were open for visitors to climb up the I-don’t-know-how-many flights of stairs and take the city by the light of the full moon and gentle late summer breeze.
It was nice.