Then, 5 minutes later, a separate group of about 15 men and women got on the train. There were athletes in track suits, nuns with glasses, an angel, and "old" women in leather and punk t-shirts. Out of curiosity, I walked behind them once we arrived in Luzern. Outside the station they joined about 20 others dressed in a similar fashion and were given a very warm and loud welcome.
Then, on the streets of old town Luzern, there was a giant pink bunny. Just one.
Not selling anything. Just walking.
Finally, as I was walking home about 2 hours later (having once again seen the gangsters, whose numbers had grown since the train), I passed a party of people on a side street, most of whom were dressed as furry animals. Not all, mind you, but the ones who weren't dressed up had props. One had a push-along doggy bike. Others just stuffed animals. They were having a great time and singing loudly to Sweet Caroline. Why I didn't stop to get a picture is a mystery to me.
To top it off, as I was waiting to cross the street a few blocks away, the man standing next to me started softly singing Sweet Caroline, having obviously experienced the same sight. I couldn't help but laugh. He did not seem to know English and definitely did not know the words, but hey, he sang it anyway.
It's that kind of song.
Oh and same day, while waiting for a bus in a tiny outside of Rotkreuz, I also saw a group of people hanging out with a camel.
Did I miss some kind of memo?