artists at nurnberg starbucks

Along with the Pegnitz river, I found a Starbucks. At 20:30, since the summer-like-afterglow in June was still remaining and a glass of pilsner made me a little bit thirsty, at the moment, I had no choice but went into the familiar coffee shop. A starbucks lady carefully poured an iced coffee in a tall size cup with several blocks of ices. I took it and went outside to look for the riverside table.

In front of my table, there were several Asian boys and girls putting their musical instruments, mainly stringed instruments, like violins or violas or cellos, beside them. They were chatting and laughing and web-surfing, maybe twitting with their smartphones or ipads, maybe in Korean. In the early summer evening, this seemed to be the moment and place for them to be relaxed after finishing daily hard practices in a conservatoire.

Here was Nurnberg.

nurnbergerwursts

I was on the riverside, Pegnitz river actually, and feeling a nice breeze of this early June. I took a glass of pilsner at the riverside restaurant, which I heard once was a home for the elderly.

Taking a sip of pilsner and tasting its nice slight bitter, I was just looking at the surface of the river, and then up the sky. At 20:00, the sun was still there, but people were in the twilight orange-brown and blue.

The waiter served me roasted nurnbergerwursts with full of sauerkrauts. The flavor of the wursts was carried by a breeze, and I washed down bites of them and sauerkraut with sips of pilsner.

Here was Nürnberg.