Yesterday we arrived in Frankfurt after a four-and-a-half hour, airless bullet-train ride through a Shire-like countryside, a great deal of which used to be the D.D.R. The Manhattan Hotel is on the Düsseldorferstr. 10, in, according to a cab driver, “the worst part of town.” It is a filthy street, directly across the street from the Hbf. We ate some Thai food featuring uncooked armadillo medallions. The hotel is book-ended between aromatic Arabic spice shops and groceries.
European Diary: Room 401, Manhattan Hotel; 6:30 p.m., Friday; June 18, 2004; Frankfurt, GermanyIn Europe, European Diary on December 8, 2004 at 1:59 am