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The aforementioned night out began, sort of, standing in an old square waiting for people. A bachelorette party ran up to us (well, actually, to the German student who is helping the poor Americans get around) and started selling cheap stuff (small Rubik’s cubes, toy bananas—the usual), which, it turns out is an old German tradition (go around selling cheap stuff to pay for booze for the bachelorette party). One woman ran up to me to sell me a fake gold coin. “I don’t have any money,” I told her, “or any German.” “That’s okay,” she said, switching into English. “It’s for you. For good luck.”

 We saw them again, later in the night. The bride to be was getting into a cab because she felt sick. The rest of them were continuing ever onward, celebrating for her.