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Saturday 26th Jun 2004
(continued from previous day . . . it's now half past midnight in the morning)
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and there's only one picture of this place, taken at 01:07 this morning.
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and another bar (above) at various moments . . . 01:56, 02:06, 02:26 and 02:28
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Then (02:32), looks like I started playing around with the camera a bit . . . but I like this one. Exposure time was 1 second, the aperture was f/2.8, whatever that means, and the, erm, focal length was 5.4mm. Amazing. Oh. Nearly forgot. The metering mode was pattern.
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Erm . . . this was a different place (at 02:45 and 02:50) and the last of the pubs/bar I was to see that night. | 
. . . and then here we have a church located on the very street our hostel could be found (Marzellenstrasse). It's now 13:22 and some people are more alive than others.
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. . . and then we found this cathedral, barely two minutes walk from the hostel . . . past the MacDonalds, across the road, via the two pedestrian crossings, perhaps picking up a bottle of water from the shop there . . . the fridge outside . . . walking past the tie-rack containing a hideous selection of ties . . . "Peter would wear that," M**** tells you, referring to a particularly hideous 'novelty' tie, whose exact design I forget now . . . Peter being her grandfather, but I doubt M**** would have referred to him as 'Peter' . . . then walk past the shop selling cigar humidores (sp.?!), lighters, pipes . . . keep walking, no more distractions . . . ignore the crippled old lady . . . but she's wearing no shoes . . . yes, we know . . . and there, straight ahead, is this huge cathedral. I really wasn't expecting that. But scaffolding? Is it scaffolding? And in your head you justify it, thinking it's more like an enormous parasitic robot, leaching the life out of this building. That seems somehow better than just . . . 'scaffolding'. Anything but scaffolding. (13:25)
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. . . and this is me outside the cathedral (13:49), along with a guy in an orange turban, some fat guy and . . . probably some guys on BMX's to the left (there were lots of these).
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more pictures of the cathedral (13:53, 13:54) . . . kind of looking like this giant war machine, turrets pointing to something directly above.
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and then (left to right) we went to this cafe (14:16), then back to the hostel (14:57), then the hostel's bar (15:34) . . . erm . . .
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and then (to the right) the bar again (15:35) and (17:00) . . . my god, the cathedral again (note the blue/purple blur where the stone meets the sky).
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So, yeah . . . Anna and I went off to the station (Hauptbahnhof) to meet James. His train was meant to arrive at 15:49. So we get there, look at the arrivals board and can't see anything arriving at 15:49. So Anna sends James a text message and we wait . . . still not entirely convinced there's not another train station somewhere in Cologne . . . but James turns up at 15:55, so it's all good. The first picture on the left there was taken at 17:05, after we had crossed the main road, in search of somewhere nearby where we could get fine beer and food, not realising that we only had to walk a few dozen paces from the station (without crossing the road) and there was an as yet unvisited beer hall . . . so, cross back over, and here we are. I don't think M**** was expecting this picture. 17:17 and two more pictures. I didn't realise at the time, and yet it seems somehow apt that in the middle picture the beer and cigarettes are in focus there.
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So, it's the same place, and only a minute later (17:18). I really like this picture. There's lots of movement going on. The camera seems inobtrusive, as it should be. The hand with the beer glass nearest the camera is almost certainly M****'s . . . could be my right hand though . . . I'm not sure.
|  18:03. M**** went to the toilet and Simon tried on M****'s cardigan thing. M**** came back, and didn't notice for ages. At one point, she was saying, "Your jumper's very soft." I think Simon looks a bit deranged in this picture . . . almost as if he's not used to having to button up his own clothes . . . it's a forgotten skill . . . he's probably not aware that this is a lady's top and that the buttons work the other way to men's clothes . . .
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. . . and then just before eight o'clock that night, these pictures (to the right) were taken as we stood outside the hostel. Note the brown trouser skirt thing - alternating . . . I think that's why M**** wanted to take these . . . something like that. I'm not sure what the stooping's about in the left picture. Erm . . .
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22:15 found us at this cafe thing . . . I think we all needed caffeine at this point. The service was appalling, but I thought my espresso and my, erm . . . espresso/Ameretto thing were very good. Yep. Six minutes later and another picture. But, erm . . . there was a Starbucks kind of opposite and down a bit from here . . . this place seemed to be the opposite of Starbucks - slow service, excellent coffee.
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23:45. And I've no idea where this is. Erm . . . Cologne, somewhere.
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