Long Night of the Museums

Mannheim.  It was my idea.  It wasn't a great idea.

Mannheim doesn't exactly have Heidelberg's charms, and what attractions it does have are more spread out and harder to find.  With a ticket valid only until 2am, we didn't have time to mess around pointing our eyes at second-rate exhibits - especially not when there was an anthropology museum, fernicular railway and castle-on-a-hill still to be absorbed back in Heidelberg.  So after a couple of disappointing hours seeing not much of interest, we headed back to the train station and escaped the city.

Nevertheless, I say 'not much' rather than 'nothing' of interest, since to have said 'nothing' would be to have done a grave injustice to the dancing nun in the synagogue.

The Reluctant Party Animal

As I looked over towards the young, blonde, fed-up-looking, four-eyed lady on the bus, I realised for perhaps the first time that even the uplifting powers of face paints and cake are not without limits.