I got a chance to rummage through a second hand record store yesterday. I didn’t turn up much, just this Schubert CD from Werner Güra, which the guy at the shop kindly sold to me for €5 instead of €6. Fewer people buy CDs now, which means that the selection in stores like this is heavily tilted toward things recorded before about 2000 – this is an obvious point, I guess, but I haven’t been to a used record shop in ages, so I never really thought about it. And in this case there were also plenty of records, but I do not own a record player and besides, shoving records into my backpack for the flight home would probably not end well.
And in other news. Everyone smokes in the cafés here – I haven’t come home smelling like other people’s cigarette smoke for about fifteen years. It was a nice little moment of nostalgia. And then I washed my hair and hung my sweater out to detox.