Memories

There are last times for everything.
These are some impressions from the last time... just some random thoughts in the form of pictures. They might say more than a thousand words (each), which is good for me (it's late) and you (reading many thousand words from me might not be a pure pleasure).

Without any further ado:

It's cold, people chatting all around, the air smells of hot spicy wine:



BT might be boring in places, but there's always something to be done to cheer one up. The place on the left is the very first store I ever went into in BT, to buy a street map there on my very first day:





Moo. Is there anything I can do to make myself understood?



Some other old places... not many cheerful things happened right here.





At least it's dynamic.



This was better - the BT New Year's Eve Concert in the Markgräfliches Opernhaus:





If one stays behind for long enough after everybody else left, the Opernhaus starts getting some desolate, gloomy FPS Last-Man-Standing level atmosphere:



Winter. Life has come to a standstill:



... but it always finds a way - even if it's a scary one:



Another still life.



Finally - I think I am receiving something!