Morning meeting then off to airport for Zurich. Pass an unexpected sign near the boarding gate.
An uneventful flight. Upon landing it’s the usual quick train into town. An old rocker sits opposite.
That evening we return to Langstrasse. A “relative” local (he’s been here 5 years) meets up with us, pointing out that, actually, we’re in the seedy part of the street and if we walk another 200 metres, we move to the arty side. Hence my previously held belief that Langstrasse wasn’t than “Lang” proves unfounded. True to his word, we are then transported to something akin to the West end of Glasgow. Unfortunately, our friend has already eaten and we haven’t. So it’s leftover bar food. Quiche for me. Some crisps to follow. Not good.
