Cities in the daytime are like a living, pulsing mass of energy. The flow of passers-by, the thunder of footsteps on the pavements. The rumble of traffic and the clanging of trams. The hum of music played by buskers and the calls of market traders. Cities during the day never rest, they’re always on the move, always morphing into new forms and functions. Nuremberg is no different. But come darkness, the midnight hours and the retreat of footsteps, Nuremberg becomes something else. To experience this is to experience the sleeping city – Nuremberg at night
