Wuzburg at Night

For our last evening meal we chose a little donor kebab place right across the street from our hotel. We were staying in quite the happening area. Cars drove up and down like it was the strip in some 1950’s movie, only now the music blearing was rap and rather than convertibles spoilers ruled the night. Let me digress here for a moment to discuss the insane fashion choices of German men. Earlier in the trip we had witnessed the leather suit craze and the neon shirt craze, now here in Wurzburg there was something else going on. Something more sinister and scarier than leather suits – the shorts, socks and sneakers craze, we will call this lamentable phenomena S3. While Scott and I happily munched our Kebab platters we noticed that this town had clearly taken the “back to the 80’s” fashion mandate quite literally. Paper thin women were walking the streets in skin tight jeans. The favored accessories being chains, leather studded belts and heeled boots with tassels. All of them had their standard issue S3 man trailing behind. At first Scott and I took the parade of unfortunate fashion in stride thinking that it was just men that couldn’t be bothered with looking good. Then we noticed that the outfits were chosen with careful attention to detail. One gentleman walked by with a red cap, black shirt, red short pants, black socks (rolled halfway up his calves) and red sneakers. All of this matching could not have happened naturally – they were choosing to look like this. The scene was so strange, with the 80’s women, the S3s and the cruising cars that while fascinated, I felt like a visitor to another planet. I was satisfied with the meal and evenings entertainment when we returned to our room, and threw open our windows to the rap music pumping its way in to threaten our sleep.