Market Police !
When you live in a new country, discoveries are quite the regular occurrence. At the beginning, it’s a daily thing. Every little activity – whether it’s taking in the mail or buying milk – tends to be totally different and needs getting used to. Mayonnaise in a squeeze tube, dinner at 6:00pm, calling people by their last names only, no small talk with the grocery cashier lady and people telling time by the impeccable arrival of trams. Six months in Zürich, Switzerland, and I’d say it’s rare that I don’t scratch my head at something new at least once a week.
The latest: market police! Ah yes, policemen full clad in uniforms, tall leather boots, pants weighed down with intimidating objects sticking out of the pockets, strolling through the market. Why? It was 11:00am. That’s why. The Bürkliplatz market is open from early morning until 11:00am. That’s it. If you are caught on either side of those piles of fruits and veggies, selling or buying, you will be fined! Market hours are over, go home! I had a little laugh about this with one of the vendors. I put on my most incredulous face, scrunched up my forehead as much as possible, looked him in the eyes and said, “really?!” His reply, “Yup. The Swiss police don’t have much else to do here in Zürich.” Now that’s something I can get used to.