On the way back to the Village, we stop off for some essential supplies, pistachio chocolate and wine to name but two. We've seen some familiar but long lost faces since our arrival. OMO washing powder, once the cornerstone of playground humour is still on sale here. We've also seen the shop C&A, I guess there is still demand here for chunky Arun sweaters and patterned cardigans.
On the subject of shops, in the UK, the Spar is often viewed with the same facial expression as when being told you have genital warts. Bleak, dirty and cheap, the staff have the look of the living dead on their day off. Here in Austria, the Spar is a magical glass world of friendly consumerism, you could perform brain surgery on the shelves and best of all, you don't buy the food, the food buys you.......
Who is number one?
You are number six.
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