A man is tying his bicycle to a post on the pavement. On the front is attached a shopping basket. He is wearing a large woollen scarf that envelops the lower part of his face. I approach to ask my question. He grins, seemingly pleased to be asked. 'Yes', he says. 'I have a middle name'. On his nose are perched a small pair wire-rimmed spectacles.
I have to ask him to spell it before I can decipher his accent. He is from Germany. He puts out his hand to shake mine. I wish him a good evening and leave him to his D-lock.
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