A nice and warm spring day in Frankfurt: Time for a light dress, thin pantyhose, and flat sandals.
Portrait of the day.
Lunch at an Italian Restaurant outside of Frankfurt’s “Kleinmarkthalle” (“Market Hall”, a temple for fresh produce and other food items and a great place for lunch and drinks).
“Hefeweizen”, a staple in Germany’s beverage landscape – and enjoyed not only by men.
Checked by the police!
On the way home, I was spending some time on one of Frankfurt’s bridges over the river Main, taking some more pictures of myself, respectively, asking another person to take a picture. Apparently, I was read by somebody, who then secretly called the police, claiming there was “some creep taking pictures of girls passing by”. Shortly thereafter, I was stopped by the police on a corner of a street, inquiring what I was up to and stating that they had been alerted. Within minutes, we parted again, after they had convinced themselves that I was not a police-known pervert. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the guts to ask if I can take a “selfie” with them.