The Hare Krishnas who run the bakery where I normally buy lunch on the way to work have gone on holiday until the beginning of August. So I have decamped to a new establishment, which is all shiny red & white plastic and vaguely nautical in theme (round windows, posters of matelots). There's also a mind-boggling array of rolls, cream and jelly-based cakes, waffles and ice cream.
One thing that astonishes me is that some patrons, in a display of extreme gastric fortitude and daring, will actually be eating cake at 7:30 am when I pop in for my cheese and tomato rohliček or egg brioška. This morning, there was a gentleman eating an ice cream sundae with his coffee.
I must be descended from a long line of breakfast puritans, because the first time I saw it, I blinked in disbelief. I don't even like sugar on my cereal. To my mind, sweet, yeast-based morning goods are acceptable on weekends and holy days but cake and ice cream before 10 am feels insanely decadent.
So photo below in honour of:
1. The above-mentioned gentleman and his challenge to my dietary preconceptions.
2. Freedom for Mel.
3. Freedom from a long-term project for me.
4. The humdinger of a thunderstorm currently brewing outside (pleasepleasepleaserain).
5. Friday and pre-weekend giddiness.
(credit to here as still no camera batteries)