I found this staircase decoration in an administrational building in Bolzano. If I compare this kind of spirited architecture and sophisticated and witty placement of art with our precast-concrete-slab ashlar, tears are not far.
Currently I am sitting in Frankfurt airport – having successfully circumvented a police block because of a bomb threat – waiting to board the plane to Tunis, where the almighty superiors have decided to send me for a meeting on inter-communal partnership possibilities with cities of the Maghreb region (not that they, the decisionmakers, would have had any difficulties to convince me). For me it’s the first time to set my feet on African soil, and I am really looking forward to everything that awaits me there, even if it would be only subliminal time slices before, between, and after meetings in probably uniform and/or universal conference rooms. But the organizers have announced a visit of the ancient site of former Carthago, and, having suffered in Latin lessons for five long years, this of course sounds promising. So I am enjoying my last sip of Cappucino for now, for the rest of the week I will probably replace this with Thé Menthe, and with it I will try to dig out the reminiscences of French knowledge, not much used for the last two decades.