..and Koln (Cologne). Since it was a stag do, pictures of individuals have been left out for obvious reasons.
Lost in translation….
..no explanation necessary.
Koln cathedral.
Handmade hat shop. Possibly where JamesB gets his jaunty headgear.
Koln cuisine. Roasted ham shank with sauerkraut.
Didn’t last long.
Christmas market. The smell of Gluewhein and fried cake was everywhere.
This was on the floor of the train station it’s hard to see it here, but it’s a moving image projected from the ceiling. I think a country’s advertising says a lot about it’s collective identity. Most of the posters were informational, but quite a few were humorous. Unlike the arch humour and subtle irony of much of British advertising, there was a straightforward honesty that I liked.
I love Germany, espescially the people. We had a look at the main drinking spots in Dusseldorf, you can tell a lot about a culture from the way they drink. People were very, very drunk (including us to be honest), they like their beer. Unlike my homeland, no one got aggressive, we never felt any need to avoid making eye contact or anything like that, they just seemed to get jollier. We were allowed to drink outside and mill around, which you’d never see in my country – the police and the doormen would all over you quicker than you can say ‘split lip’.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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