yesterday as andy & i sat eating lunch outside at a nearby café on a leafy cobblestoned street, one of the other café patrons suddenly leapt up and ran into the street calling "Radler!!" after a passing cyclist - who didn't hear him and continued. we thought it a little strange, but then returned to the pavement bearing a lovely bunch of flowers which he had seen fall from the cyclist's rear basket as she bounced over the cobbles. everyone at the café was joined in concern, admiring the flowers and hoping they could be reunited with their owner. the man placed the flowers on his table and we all waited. about 10 minutes later, sure enough, the radlerin returned, seeking her lost bouquet in the street and perhaps imagining them crushed. the man jumped up to present her with the flowers and we all clapped and smiled, sharing warm fuzzy feelings at this happy ending.