We are now in Cologne, or as they say in Germany, Köln. The parts of it that survived the bombing raids in WW II are quite pretty.
Most importantly, their cathedral survived. (Possibly because the allied bombers used its twin spires as navigation aids, so they didn't want to destroy it.) It is amazingly tall. At one point in the 1880s it was the tallest building in the world.
Anyway, here we are in this brewpub.
Germany is playing football against Denmark today. The entire town is ghostly quiet except for the tense play-by-play eminating from the patio bars as seemingly the entire populous has gathered to drink kölsch (what the locals call beer) and cheer on their beloved motherland's soccer team.
Here is my beer and the system used by the servers (tick marks on your coaster) to keep track of how many of the 200 ml glasses of Domkölsch I have consumed.