Nino, Kasia & I at Sommersalon
It was at half-eight on Sunday morning when I got home from the Fischmarkt after a night out starting at Sommersalon bar at the heart of the Reeperbahn (a bit of a change, but nonetheless it was with the company of the ever-present fellow weekenders Nino & Kasia and later, Sebastien) with a view to bopping to the funk at Astra Stube. The planned funk night disintegrated as the stalwart members of the band were not present and so random MCs descended onto the stage forming a circle in which each attempted to spit rhymes at the slowly-vanishing crowd, ourselves included. I recall one MC managing to incessantly repeat "AL PACINO!" for every other line, at which point we decided to scarper for Kulturhaus 73 for a brief while (Sebastien going AWOL at this point, such was the drunken compass he was following). So the trio involuntarily and spontaneously decided to head down to the Fischmarkt; it was my second time at this bizzarely lively recurrent event and we found ourselves munching on a currywurst before absorbing the buzz of the live concert in the Fischmarkthalle at what must've been 7a.m. Droves of people appearing to sway and shuffle to the peripheral stands in my hazy perception which was sharpened by the rock band belting it down the entire length of the steel-structured hall to rows of revellers savouring the last few moments of the Saturday just gone. We crossed paths with Alex and Michael arriving from their respective parties and with everyone in jubilant mood the weekend really couldn't get any better.
We agreed to meet up the next day but it so transpired that we didn't, so I took the chance, whilst in town, to check out Claude Monet's "Camille" (1866) temporarily being displayed at the Hamburger Kunsthalle, as I had wanted to see it again for a while. The sight of it cemented what was one of the most memorable times I have had in Hamburg to date.
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