Finally! An Update!
April 15th, 2011 § 1 Comment
Not even gonna apologize…
Naschmarkt
You told me that at the end of the day the market shadows itself with the gleaming white cathedral that sits above it. Strange that something so pristine lords over this permanently temporary village of well-thumbed children’s books and moth-eaten SS uniforms. Amidst the mountains of unidentifiable trinkets and unpaired boots the stall owners haggle amongst themselves. Some sit perfectly still and watch us weave in and out of crowded aisles—judging, pricing. You laugh when I put on a small theatre production with some cat statues.
I am gravitated to a box of ancient postcards, yellowed by age and sunlight and offering up their memories for those interested in buying. A lover in Tripoli wishes I was there; my father in Mainz is tired of visiting cathedrals; a brother in Stockholm thinks that the city and the people are beautiful, but a little cold. If I could find a blank card I would tell you
At night we ride the trains
into the mountains and we only
come down during the day to
find more broken umbrellas.
Loves it!