You ride in the bike lanes here, and if you run out of lane, and come up on the sidewalk, you get off and walk the bike.
You ride in a steady stream of cyclists, all of whom are dressed in street clothes and few of whom wear bike helmets. Cars generally give you right of way when you have it. I wonder how many pounding cyclist fists it took to instill this good behaviour. Cyclists can be a bit unpredictable, passing you on either left or right, if you show any hesitation. So I rode defensively, always looking back over my shoulder before riding off. I also walked through a lot of intersections with the pedestrians.
Having a folding bike means I always have the option of making Wm the size of a suitcase, and bringing it inside the building instead of risking locking it to a post or a tree on a busy street.
Today, however, I only did that once, when I went into the Komische Oper, and bought a ticket for Sunday's performance of Die Hochzeit des Figaro. It's Mozart, sung in German, and I hope I can find something sort of neat and dressy enough to wear to the opera.
Couldn't snag a ticket for either love or money, to tonight's performance of Die Zauberflote, sadly.
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