Picnic packs

What makes a good picnic package?

My guess would be this picnic pack from the guy next to me contains some smelly salami sandwiches and some Tupperware containers filled with carrots and radishes.

I wish I could make up a photo collage of all the picnic packs and their content.

(30.05.2014) 


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