The Flaneur
During my visits to Erfurt, Germany, I often eat my lunches at Ballenbergers restaurant, located in the cobbled Gotthardstraße, perpendicular to the medieval Krämerbrücke. Like a lot of high-end German restaurants, it offers a small library for its guests—magazines stacked up carelessly on the shelves, going back a few years. The existence of such a large, high-end literary culture in Germany has always me. Germans know more about America than many Americans. [...]