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Erfurt meets me in the glow of the cathedral night. The Catholic cathedral rises above the city like a guardian from another age, its gr...

If Oskarshausen is a cross-section of society, then it is a sobering sight. Here, perhaps, is everyone—unfiltered, uncurated, unposed. A...

Kerpen does not greet me with beauty. Everywhere the eye turns: the hard edges of 1970s planning, grey and careless. Only two things sta...

Finningen is little more than a breath of a village, tiny, close to the Danube, still just within Bavaria before Württemberg begins. A t...

Kleinmachnow feels like a place where space was made for life, and life never quite arrived. Wide streets, but hardly any people. The ai...

In Freiberg, everything breathes history. Where elsewhere the dates on houses begin in the 1700s or 1800s, here they reach back into the...

It’s easy to forget that these crooked timbered houses belong to Frankfurt—a city that crowns itself in steel and glass. Here in Sachsenh...