Beer crate race

The disadvantage of living at the center is that no festival goes unnoticed. One of the two stages is so close to home that, last night, I had the feeling that our bed stood on it.

But this morning when Bert had a performance with the band, it was okay. I don't like the Polkas and tyrolean folk music they are playing, but at least it's not as loud as the German schlagers and other carnival-like music. I went to listen for a while, drinking coffee in the ice parlour next door to our favourite pub. It was the best place to sit for someone who does not participate in the beer festival.

I liked to watch the beer crate race for a while.