We went to the city to drink coffee. They sat in the town hall in a new cafe with an unpronounceable name (in place of the puffy, for those who are in the subject). Espresso left much to be desired. Thanks to him for this desire. Up the square, it was impossible to slowly rode a cyclist on some archaic, well-soaked bicycle. Either underwater wings, or sawmills. He sat in the saddle easily, like a tick, being adulting, only one steering wheel.