As a lifelong night owl, one of my all-time hotel pet peeves is the often relatively early time that breakfast finishes, which can have you dragging yourself out of bed after a late night out and hot-stepping it to the last slot unkempt and bleary-eyed, sometimes missing out by a matter of minutes or even seconds if the staff member at the lectern is particularly officious.
It’s 11.30PM on a warm Saturday night in August and Frankfurt’s annual Museum Embankment Festival is in full flow. With bars, a somewhat random selection of stalls selling everything from pro-cannabis campaign badges to jewelry and craft wares, and music stages stretching down both sides of the mighty Main river, it’s easy to see why this predominantly business-focussed city feels alive with decadence this evening.
