Frankfurt

I had an afternoon by myself in Frankfurt before an early morning flight on Monday. Sundays in Germany are tough if you have nothing to do, because the shops aren't allowed to open. The only thing open on a Sunday are churches, so I wandered from one to the next. Because the priest reads slowly, I thought it would be good practice to listen to the german sermon. But when they began to sing... it was time to go and get a beer and some apple strüdel.