Mildly jet-lagged, we both woke up early. Uncharacteristically, Andre got up at once and decided to start exploring the city. He walked around the center of Frankfurt for a few hours, and discovered that he was virtually on his own - let it henceforth be known that on Sunday morning nobody wanders around in the center in Frankfurt am Main (with the exception of the occasional jet-lagged lunatic). After getting lost twice, he returned to Hotel Victoria for a harty German breakfast with Nita and the children. German take many things seriously, including breakfast. If you ask for coffee, the chances are quite high than you receive a full one-liter pot of freshly brewed coffee all for yourself. If you ask for tea, you will first need to establish with the waiter or waitress whether or not this tea should be black, milky, enriched with lemon, etc. We are not talking about a five-star hotel here, but about a mid-priced establishment at the fringes of the red-light district (a right turn brings you to Starbucks, left leads to Hank's Breast Emporium - no, we are not making this up, the world is truly a wild and wonderful place). After breakfast, Nita and Andre strolled around the city and successfully satisfied their respective fetishes (botanical gardens and subways), whereas the kids plugged in their ipods and entered a world of their own. At the end of the day, when the evening sun bathed the city in a warm glow, we sauntered alongside the river much longer than we expected, in search of a part of the city which was much farther than expected and did not contain any of those fabled "really inexpensive but typical German" restaurants. If there is a moral to this blog, it is this: don't go to Sachsenhausen.