very belatedly i realize this enjoyment comes from the underlying truth that overwhelmingly German cities are safe enough that you can send your kid unaccompanied to the bakery.

oh jeez how i love little german kids who waddle into a bakery wrapped in winter gear holding a wadded up 5 EUR bill and a note from the parents about what to get

i adore listening to their voices range from adorably tentative to foolhardily confident during the transaction, and more than that the deeply kind, patient forbearance of each and every bakery worker I have ever witnessed talk to a kid