Nuremberg and Dresden
We arrived in Nuremberg late and stayed in a funny hotel. I call the hotel funny for several reasons:
1) Inside, it was papered with ancient Soviet wallpaper, its lockers were falling apart, and the TV only showed a quarter of the picture — the rest glowed purple. Maybe this wasn't actually in this hotel, but in the previous one, but in stories like this it's not the authenticity that matters, but the entertainment value, right?
2) It was located right in the old town, meaning literally in a building about ten times older than me.
3) But on the bright side, as soon as you step outside the hotel, you land right
