While I enjoy picking at my breakfast plate, I listen to the postman's conversations with the innkeepers. Like probably half of Switzerland, they are talking about yesterday's voting results. Interesting how factually and differentiated the discussions and evaluations are. That's how it should be always and everywhere. Unfortunately, a pious wish. The bakery where I arrived shortly after...
Alpine Panorama Trail – Sunday Morning coming down
At seven o'clock Lynyrd Skynyrd wakes me up from a deep sleep, of course with Free Bird (see below) in the 1977 live version with Ronnie, Steve and Cassie. For a few months all three were dead. RIP. Straight up American fucking rock n roll. There are quite a few experts who consider the three-part guitar solo to be the best of all time...