bridging the gaps and gaffes in cultural coverage for a big town growing itself into a biggish city.
I went to the Cabaret Voltaire tonight, you know for the novelty of it. I got a little lost but then wandered around the cobbled streets of Zurich. It was much more touristy around the Rathaus (I think the seat of the gov’t). There were steeples and the river and twinkling lights. Very picturesque. The Cabaret had no Dada antics and, instead, just a bunch of kids sitting around drinking beers. I kept wondering how I would have acted if I had walked in and Tristan Tzara was reading some nonsense. Everyone whooping it up. The other side of the bar had a restaurant and “why aren’t the waiters wearing this?” I thought. I had one beer which was not very good and then walked out and it was snowing.
I haven’t had a conversation with anyone in 3 days. I feel okay about this.