May 9, 2015 Mainz is not cobblestone streets and old churches and beautiful Europeans drinking wine by candlelight. Or not just those things, anyway.
I am learning that cities are like people–a thousand contradictions and transfigurations inhabiting a single space. Apollo and Dionysus, dark and light, straight-forward and complex. The human being has a million souls instead of Faust’s two, Hermann Hesse writes. So does the city, I think.
Prostitution is legal in Germany.
Bikes at the train station.
The night club after hours, Kaisterstraße.
Jägermeister, Kaiserstraße. I could do an entire photo series on alcohol bottles left in public.
Cigarettes and vodka, Rheinufer.
More vodka, Old City.
Housing on Kaiserstraße.
Cigarette vending machine, Weintorstraße.
Graffiti, everywhere in Germany, often blurs the line between vandalism and art.