In the morning, Aunt Gábi uses a bucket to clean out the mess left in the gutter by the previous night’s party, and all at once we have a fragrant Sunday street. Little Josef is weaving through the tourists on his bike, whistling all the while. Mission accomplished. He just learned to ride this morning.

We eat sandwiches from our local takeout. Us parents have begun making elderflower cordial, and we are visited by Jitka, a fan of the popular local bands The Parrot’s Orphans and The Guys Within. My husband is warming up some soup while Josef and Aunt Gábi have popped out to the 3D museum on Mastná Street. The tourists pick up UNES-CO fliers. Birthday boy Ondra has come to apologize for the party at night. Mr. Hromádek stops by with his three-month-old daughter, as does Lewis the volunteer with his dog. We chase off the dog of the bartender next door. And our neighbor across the street calls to us familiarly, “Hi there, neighbors.” We also make friends with Mrs. Bajramovič from the boutique down the street, who has come to see what is going on. Local bandleader Lukáš Holec has also decided to take an afternoon stroll down ŠirokáStreet and ask about the project. Dezider Dunka comes to take away the trash cans full of the Asian tourists’ disposable plastic bottles. From behind the wheel, he calls out that he doesn’t have time for coffee. Suddenly, I notice that my shirt is wet. I’m leaking milk – Katka has been asleep a long time. The fresh air out on the street is doing her good. Little Josef, ignoring the tourists, once again makes use of the gutter by the bank machine. Some relatives pop in for a chat with their Small Münsterländer Brad, as do the local schoolteacher with her husband and little round Tony. In the early evening, Little Josef is still out on the street with his remote-controlled car along with the kids from Families 2 to 4, who have come to introduce themselves. For nine adults and ten children, our Wide Street (“Široká”) suddenly feels a bit narrow.

23:40 – Bedtime. We fell completely out of sorts. The street is unusually quiet. I’d almost say that the housing estate at Plešivec is busier. But we’ll see tomorrow…