I take note of the time: 14:57. Two breakfast waiters leave 3 minutes early, it would appear. 14:58. The stumpy fat bald man comes back from what must have been a shop, with a bag full of whisky and sodas. He’ll need ice for that. 14:59. A large wooden horse maternally lifts a small wooden foal by the neck, with her teeth. You’d be mistaken for thinking her a child killer. 15:00. New motorcycles rust in the sun and we all wait, for plastic bags.