mrs. beasley oder schaufenster

I really appreciate how shop windows all around Germany, no matter how well patronised, whether private or part of a chain (usually, though more and more often, this creative nook is surrendered to advertising space, though I think a sense of being house-proud will keep this tradition going, even among the franchise pharmacies and cellular phone shops that quickly becoming the mainstay of downtown retailers) and in- and out-of-season decorate their displays.
In a relatively sleepy little bakery outside of our village, H and I saw this little diorama. The scene is not too far-removed from something nightmarish, depending on one's mood I guess, but the more I thought about it, it made me think of that doll that belonged to Buffy or Jody (I forget whose or which one was which, and the only scary thing about the doll was for me that one never saw it clearly, even though it was enough for toy companies to prodice spin-offs) from that mid-sixties series Family Affair. When the actor that played Mr. French was debiltated by a temporary illness, and the show brought in another actor as a stand-in (unlike the two Darrens of Bewitched or “fake” Jan of the Brady Bunch legacy), he was introduced as the valet and nanny's brother, who had come to help take care of the children, as Mr. French was said to be off to London to visit the Queen.