a city can't be photographed; it can't be put into words; it can only be experienced. every native has an autopilot in the head shifting gears into native mode despite a long absence from the home turf. after a few days of wondering about products, the way people talk, and window frames, the multiple miracles fade away and everything looks the way it did before: never changing well known facades which might give some clue to the complex entity called german small town. 
abandoned library building of zeitz
gable of building in the historic center giving home to an optometrist
literally translated the store is called "blackamoor pharmacy" 
liberal color choice
looking behind the curtain
the gap left by behind by removed building
old liquor factory hosting now the entrance to "underground zeitz", a system of aisles dug ten meters deep into the soft mottled sandstone to store beer barrels and to hide from world war bombings
"fielmann" is another optometrist, a chain that has taken over the eyes in all of europe
hard to identify the four stone statues represent the arts of music and acting. the local theatre hosts plays, concerts, and cabaret.
one of the neatest buildings of the boulevard hosts another optometrist, also a chain, and features a turret and a build-in balcony.
this triangular section popping out of the facade belongs to a house that has one of the four ice cream parlors in the inner city.
timbered houses are sprinkled all over the town but not always in as good shape as this one.
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