Well the train to Frankfurt was pretty horrible. Sweating like a pig, there didn’t seem to be a breath of cool air on the train. A suffocating hot atmosphere. The train from Frankfurt to Nuremberg was better at least, the cool air hit me as soon as I got on. On the train home now—oops I mean the train back to Brussels; 12 midday. I didn’t do much on my one night in Nuremberg in the end. Foolishly I left the hotel too late and the Stage 2000 kabins were already closed! I had a couple of beers in Bella Napoli, then came back. If you like very big busted black girls then the Nuremberg windows are the ones for you.