I found me a nice comfortable seat at the upper level of a café, right in front of the window. This week, there is an "Italian market" in the city center of Linz, consisting of lots and lots of these red tents, where they sell Italian cheese, ham, bread, clothes, etc.
The vendor in the green shirt sold kitchen knives and would very patiently cut one zucchini or pineapple after the other. The really amusing thing about that was, how many people were stopping to watch him cut, as if they had never seen such a highly sophisticated thing as a knife before in their lives.
