Lunch

Lunch at a cafe facing the Judicial Palace (which clock was 15 minutes slow, by the way: I first thought it did not work at all, as the hands were in an awkward position, but looking later again saw that they had moved). 'Sit facing the market place', suggested the waiter, 'you can watch the market'. Indeed I could—how the sellers were packing their things and driving away, and how the waiters set out cafe tables in the square. During the about 45 minutes, the gentleman upwind from me smoked 4½ cigarettes.

A teacher told today that the minimum length of their lunch break, as stipulated by their union, was 1½ hours. I can understand.