Eat Cheesecake first

Frankfurt is a financial and business center of Germany. So, my initial reactions  when transiting through this airport would be- "okay! so we have a few hours to kill. Let's see what the airport lounge has to offer."

Then, I accidentally discovered that this modern city has an old city hidden within its folds. 

Welcome to the Romerberg circuit. 

The lovely cafeterias in the  main square serves apple cider  and sausages. (These Germans are crazy- who on earth wastes good sausage on apple cider?)

Here is an old couple enjoying the day out and waiting for their turn to be served.....at Bembal... that's the name of the joint.

...... while the local violinist added atmosphere to the scenery by playing some intricate pieces which I could not figure out in-spite of the fact that three quarters of a large glass of the choicest Weissen was already sloshing around merrily in my suburbs... 

The owner of the cafeteria recommended choice sausages that took some time coming. 
So, aided by failing eyesight owing to aforementioned beer, I undertook to sketch this lady holding the scales. 
She seems to be doling out justice by the dollops, and I decided to do similar justice to the Wursts that arrived in a large sizzling plate.

Overwhelmed by the solid and liquid fortifiers, we decided to create some space for a cheesecake by taking a long walk along the river, across the bridge and back... 

 The walk around proved equally productive as the place was positively teeming with places to sketch... but the jetlag was catching up....

Clouds threatened to open up ( they even spattered a salvo across my umbrella as a proverbial warning cannon across one's bows).
A last sketch before we took the tube back to our hotel and hit the bed...

Alas, It was only then I realized that I had plain forgotten about that absolutely yummy cheesecake Romer had to offer.....

Moral of the story: Memory is short, Eat Cheesecake first.