The first walk I took in the German village of Rurberg was a very slow one. This was due to two circumstances:
- each house looked peculiar (to me; where I come from latticed houses, houses made of wood and unruly courtyards don’t exist)
- I had a brand new camera with me
As you might notice, it wasn’t even a sunny day. The Germans from number 13 nevertheless managed to have me put on sunglasses with the paint they used on their front door.