I'm pretty much a Berliner (by choice) down my throat and could never imagine living anywhere else in Germany (what a cliché, I know, but it's true). One of the last cities I ever considered to live at or even like is this one: Frankfurt. Ugh.

Fortune damned (or blessed?) my boyfriend to get a job there for this summer just a few days after we were set into knowledge of mini-me's existence in my womb (back then, the tiny existence of a grape). So I'll be damned (or blessed?) to go there a few times in the next months.

This week I took a heart (and a job to do there) and went to Frankfurt by train. It was an uncomfortable (Germans are not the kind very likely to offer a pregnant woman a seat and I was too undecided to make a reservation because I wasn't sure which train I'd catch) but beautiful trainride along areas of Germany I wasn't quite familiar with (still need to do that damn Tour D'Allemagne sometime). Arriving in Frankfurt I was actually impressed by the only real German city skyline and the numerous men in suits (not hot, but very photogenic I say).

During my few days in Frankfurt I fell in love a bit. Not that I'd ever move here or actually really like it, but for a little visit, I'm always in. My boyfriend's roommates pampered me with food and conversation, I got to take a nice, hot bath every morning and really, really loved the city centre for random street photography. Frankfurt, I'll be back.




























All photos: Carolin Weinkopf