In every public buildig I have entered so far I have been greeted by my own image, through a mirror. There are mirrors everywhere.
I never and nowhere before experienced people having such a relationship with mirrors as here.
There is always someone standing close to the glas, adjusting something, checking make-up.
The winter has arrived, or at least that is what I call it, -10 during the night, -5 degrees during the day. It is a joy now to sit in the metro and observe all the different colours, forms and sizes of hats..., taken off in front of the mirror...maybe that is why they were put there in the first place?!
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