"The last planned attraction of the day is the city harbor and we march there through the long harbor road.
On the southern, wild side, all sorts of relaxed people camp between the rusting rails and under the old harbor crane; Music is playing and there is a friendly, peaceful summer-in-the-port atmosphere; however badly clouded by the desert littering of this attraction.
Why must there always be so many "nest polluters" in the truest sense of the word?
The northern side, with the beautifully designed promenade, belongs to those who like to stroll and the associated gastronomy; I hear a call that the ambience reminds someone of the Phönixsee, and in real ignorance of this artificial body of water, the comparison with Duisburg's inner harbor immediately comes to mind.
Perhaps there is a similar architectural uniform cap for the discarded inland ports as for the pedestrian zones of medium-sized cities.
Despite everything, it's pretty to look at, we enjoy the early evening sun on the wall at the pier, and then, when it suddenly becomes apparent that the already well-filled harbor promenade is about to be flooded with bodies, in the "P. e B." to be served quickly and deliciously."