I remembered a gray day in late Spring
when I was sitting inside a Nürnberg Gasthaus,
drinking white wine while I wrote on my laptop.

Slowly emerging words about food, drink and recreation,
written for pay for travel magazines.
Last week's notes a disconcerting jumble:
Spargel mit Buttersosse, Kartoffelklosse, Kartoffelsalat mit Gurke, Karpfen in Bier, Gefullte Eier, Hähnchen in Riesling;, Hochrippe und Sauerkraut, Schwartzwalder Kirschtorte, Bayerische Vanillecreme.

I had been sitting in the Gasthaus for several hours.
In an American city, the waiter would be hovering,
the implication that I had taken up a table too long
evident.
Here, sitting at a table for several hours was not unusual.