Sunday afternoon I went to Ehrenfeld – Cologne’s Hackney/Williamsberg – and somewhere inside the mass of vega, bearded baby-wearers, I found a lamb kebab and Mr Maracas. After three songs, I still wasn’t sure if he was with the band or had just shown up around the same time and decided that what this street party needed was obligato maraca-based interpretive dance.
Either way, I’m glad he did.
In other news: I need a monopod. And stilts. And a proper camera.