Driving in Warsaw is always fun but at the weekends the whole circus comes to town.
The new ballet season has started so we get to come to Moliera every Saturday and as usual after dropping Zosia we take breakfast at Pędzący Królik. Walking to the café this morning I encountered a perfect storm of weekend drivers waiting at the lights.
Three cars in a row standing still at the lights, which were green of course. The one in front had overshot earlier and was so far past the lights that he could not see that they had changed. The one behind was busy on the mobile and the one behind that was daydreaming. By the time they realized they could go the lights were changing causing them to react swiftly through red lights.
Sadly, this was all too much for one of them who found himself unable to navigate a corner easy enough for a chimp in a Panzer. He rammed his wheel into and up the curb whereupon a loud hissing sound spread across Plac Teatralny.
Here he is in the photo, behind the bike, wondering how to fix his flat while we enjoy our scrambled eggs and latte in the sunshine to the sounds of Vivaldi from a classical concert being given in a marquee on the square.