Wandering through Old Town Jerusalem when I came across this store selling Greek religious wares. Happily I wandered in and greeting them in Greek to blank stares. Yup, no Greeks to be found. Kind of a metaphor for the future of Greece I guess.
Made of butter, this frightened mass need not fear. It was only November when they were created. They are good until at least May when the corn gets fresh and temps crawl past freezing.
Shoppers in downtown Melbourne show no fear of the oncoming trolleys. Where I am from, those trolley drivers would either be so oblivious or intentionally evil that there would be free rides on the front bumper.