A visual symphony in red and pink & a waitress, past retirement age
Springtime, a sunny Saturday afternoon, a café in Zürich, Switzerland, famous for it’s colourful miniature pastries, its reddish retro interior, matching my freshly bought red tulips and pink peonies. Pink aprons and blouses, worn by the waitresses, balancing drinks and pastries above the heads of the guests, form a choreographed ballet in the room full of locals and tourists. The most senior waitress wears her hair in a beehive, dyed copper red, her lipstick matching her hair colour, contrasting blouse and apron, bringing out the visual best in my also pink strawberry-mousse tartelette. Her smile bright, her chat with guests in several languages, her moves swift, her control of the room total. I drop my dessert-fork and it is replaced within seconds. And yes, she is “way past retirement age”, serving is my passion, she said.