Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

A small area with a low wall just off to the side of the road was home to the locals. They drank and smoked and seemed to be enjoying each other's company. 

On every street corner, a drug deal seems to be always about to happen.

A white car pulled up not far from the fence population and the restaurant we were at.

A bald tattooed man in a tight white t shirt got out of the car and walked around the back to talk to the driver. 

Something was wrong. He had forgotton something. 

Down the side street a middle aged man chased after a hooker.

The t shirt man ran across the road and spoke to restaurant staff.

They loaned him a small notebook and pen. He took them, went straight to the fence people, seemingly wrote down their drug orders, and then returned the pen and notebook.

Oh, the Australians watching the show enjoyed their pizza and pasta.

Footnote: Two days later on our way to the station, three police officers stood by a lifeless body on the footpath. I'm not coming back to Frankfurt again.