If I remember correctly this city started as a prison. The concept appeared to be somewhat like this: Once you got here, there was nowhere to go. So neither bars nor chains were needed. Maybe a few guards that reminded the inmates how far away they were.

Well, this was long ago. Now, people come on their own free will, …

… for special occasions …

… or just a holiday.

Some bring their own prison, mostly small devices with keyboard or touch screen. So do I. Time passes, while I work my way through the backlog. When I take a break I walk down the streets …

… and for some reason always end up at the Quay.

It is autumn around here …

… but this hardly seems to matter.

The sun is shining …

… as I walk in the shade of the bridge …

… in the dungeon beneath the opera house, …

… and enjoy the exhibits …

… along the way.

When the time comes, I reluctantly have to break free.