Private Cities III (after Italo Calvino)

Erlangen is a street with bavarian shops. They sell good shoes and good clothes that are too expensive to buy but nice to look at. The restaurants are Turkish, and Turkish-pretending-to-be-Italian.
On top of the street there is a square named after a brave man. What this brave man has to with Erlangen and its inhabitants is a mistery...
The sky is always blue, the river runs transparent and the air is fresh. So fresh one could eat it with a spoon, like ice-cream.
On the theatre good looking young man and women work frantically. They always have a smile and speak many languages. In Erlangen one might find oneself speaking up to five different languages in one day: English, German, Spanish, Portuguese, French... It's a sort of Babel land, but a happy one.
One spends days in dark rooms playing with figurines. In the night, performances happen. The public laughs and cheers generously. Everybody smokes. Blond women feed their babies. They wish they'd have dark hair on their arms...
Salad and beer fill up the tables. There is no meat, just shy saussages on the breakfast table.

The beds in Erlangen are crispy white but the body lotions don't work.
Train tracks run inside the bedrooms.