Small time

I am not a big city lover. I know this. Everyone knows this. But every time I leave a big city, I realise it all over again.

Stepping off the train in Würzburg, I had no idea what to expect. I chose it because it looked pretty, came vaguely recommended, and was a sensible stop on the train routes. What no one told me, was that within ten minutes of leaving the train, I would be sitting on a tram going at snail's pace through the town centre, while the driver leaned out his window to have a chat with a friend who happened to walk by.

These are my people.