They might look like holiday snaps but were actually taken on a working day, on the North Frisian island Sylt two hours before soundcheck.
The sand and the sea sucked those miles on the road right out of me.
At first I thought I had taken a wrong turn but this was indeed the breakfast room for all mortals.
300 years ago only the Right Honoroubles and ecclesiastical elite would have been allowed to stuff their bellies there.
We had been booked into the Maritim hotel by our local event management, blessed be their cotton socks!
The Ebertbad Club in Oberhausen. Renowned for its history in the music and cabaret genre.
And they do know what it’s all about there.
The next morning I grabbed my camera and stumbled upon the impressive town hall.
While public servants performed their paper waving, number crunching tasks, I took a small tour inside the building.
A cosy corner with an unusual design.
No muzak, no mirrors showing infinite reflections of your unkempt self.
Being plagued by boredom Charlie Watts started drawing the interior of his hotel rooms while on tour with the Stones.
The hand holding the pencil doesn’t do what I want it to so I started taking pictures of the different views from my hotel rooms.
“The world according to my iPad” as seen in Bochum, Gaggenau and Pforzheim / Germany.