The windows in the Airbnb on the third floor flung open for 72 hours. The three Germans set up camp for the weekend.

Each jumped to take a turn sitting in the window, puffing curls of smoke. One looked like a younger version of DJ Scooter. “Da ist” echoed up and down the street.

They stumbled out this morning at 10.30. The blonde one waved off the open bottle of wine.