“For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.”
Herman Melville
Up early. For reasons undeclared.
Breakfast is a disappointing affair.
Blue Monday has no food and there is confusion surrounding my order.
We head to nearby no9 which is rated well and are served very ordinary scrambled eggs and equally average coffee.
Credit where it is due, the cakes were good.
We need to sort out breakfast, I am not sure I can deal with a bad breakfast and other things not to be mentioned.
We head to FACH for lunch.
Sausages are a specialty in these parts. Shell orders the cabbage and sausage soup, I order the sausages on toast.
FACH has a good feel. The coffee is great and the food is good.
We are tucked away in a quiet little corner, drinking coffee and discussing options.
I am not a gambling man. I have a vague understanding of odds and a loose grip on chance.
It will take a decent mathematician to work out the chance of someone from school being in Slovakia. Reduce those odds when you consider they are in Slovakia and in Bratislava.
Narrow them again. In Slovakia, in Bratislava and they walk into FACH at the very moment we are there having coffee. Then they need to walk past our corner to get to the bathroom.
What are the odds?
We make plans to have a beer later this evening.
We take a stroll to get some wine and detour back home by the river.
I read a book. Shell takes a nap.
We head out and catch up with our work friend at a local pub.
Bar snacks of dumplings, fried cheese and chips. Cheap beer.
We walk home and I am still hungry. We grab a few slices of pizza to eat with our wine.
We talk the evening away before having an early night.
Tomorrow we go to Budapest and it feels like the beginning of the end for the holiday.
Tonight’s wine –
2020 Lamole di Lamole Chianti Classico Reserva (Chianti, Italy)
We have always had a soft spot for Lamole di Lamole. Chianti through and through. Cherries and savory goodness. Perfect with pizza on a chill Slovakian night.
This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man’s life, detail is always welcome.”
Vladimir Nabokov
