Happy Christmas say the town police with their Christmas Tree at the police station.
We now have a post office in the parking lots of the local supermarket. Just weigh your parcel, buy the stamps from the machine and put it in the postbox, all in the middle.
What shrouded objects are waiting at the exit road to the parking lots. Why are they hiding beneath their grey plastic coats. Will they ambush you as you are leaving? No, they were intended for payment as you were leaving, but then there was a change of plan and a ticket machine was built. They are now redundant, but who knows if they will one day arise and fight for they rights.