At 2 am the fire alarm went off, and a rowdy party with a heavy beat ramped up its activities, intruding on my “quiet room”. So it was 6 o’clock before I ventured out into what began as a light rain. I headed towards the old town, and a feast of brick. I passed the monument to postal workers, an imposing brick wall, flower and vegetable markets setting up, an even more imposing brick building, statues of a knight in armour and an astronomer, a millstream straddled by a triangle of brick, and Prussian hags or holy stones. And the rain came down.