Taking the tram – especially the old ones – through the city makes me very happy. I like the wooden seats and how bumpy the ride can be. I like all the bits of information that passes by, the details of the city streets and its people. This is our fascinating visual world; a present version of what you’d see in a history museum.

The train passes Volksgarten and the two identical museums facing each other.

They were talking about church.

It made me want to get my notebook as well.

Still thinking about last night’s tacos.

And I have listened to this song titled Love is all, by the Tallest Man on Earth, much of the day.