12/10/20

I'm in a cafe in Germany with my dad. He's drinking white wine. I ask him if he wants me to buy him a bottle of red wine and he does. He gives me a wad of German Marks and they're odd denominations like 68 an 124 Marks. I go out and there are a number of quaint gift shops. I finally go into one that has a deli counter. The saleswoman is dressed in a folk costume and speaks perfect English. She describes some huge raspberries and tells me that they look impressive but the smaller ones have more flavor. Then she recommends a red wine.