Airports

Airports are strange places.  I’m siting here in a food court with crowds of people talking, milling around, nearly every table and seat is full.  In the background of all this people chaos, we are being entertained by live classical music from a beautiful grand piano.  The restaurant nearest to the piano is open seating –right alongside the food court sitting, with tables adjourned with roses, and fine china, with only a rope to separate.  A few notes of the piano can be heard above the dull roar.  It’s like playing three different musical tracks at once, culminating in a fantastic ensemble of just… noise.

Zürich:
There were cow mooing sounds in the airport train.  No joke.

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About Musings over Coffee

Fitness enthusiast. Love to travel, mess up recipes, ponder random things, get riled up about the news, all of which nearly always coinciding with one of my favorite things in the world: Coffee.
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