Breakfast at the Hilton Cologne
I'm sitting here having breakfast in the Hilton, and I feel like I'm in an alien world. Something sophisticated and 'professional', where my breakfast of tea and toast is inappropriate and everyone around me is working to some special etiquette I don't know. I'm looking forward to breakfast on Saturday morning, with pyjamas and curling up on the sofa and Amy and Birdbaby, and no oddly depressing Muzak or intimidating waitresses.
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In case your trip should take you even further south, to Munich: people here are even more relaxed - and grumpy. [:-)] [:-P]