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| engl.: kings boulevard |
The construction zones were everywhere and obstructed the massive traffic. Busses had to drive slowly. A tram with the number 712 was opening it's way through the people who doesn't care about it and went over the streets as they like to.
It's almost this overcrowded and you feel like fish in a little sardine can. You can breath, but when you're new at this city and this street, you can't see everything at the first time. It'll take time to get yourself to every corner of the city. Particulary at this popular streets.
At Schadowstreet I can almost watch the people who were about to go to kings boulevard (ger.: Königsalle). An interesting thing so I decided to follow them.
The boulevard, where I'm using to spend my time, was overcrowded as usual. Nothing new for me and I had to say, it wouldn't be the same with all the tourists like me, even though I live nearly next to this street. I would like to live in this street, but the apartmens are this expensive. You can only hold such a apartment, if you have the money for go shopping over here.
On the left side, the popular side, you can see all the stores with expensive labels. Gucci, Prada, Zegna. The side for the women, while the right side was usually build for the men. Expensive banks all over it. You propably wont get a look inside them without a high account balance.
Since I was a woman myself, I always dreamed about going shopping over here. But this will ever be a dream, I know that.
The people were going across the street, but I looked at the right side, were artist were selling it's newest paintings. They doesn't seem like real art to me, but beauty always is in the eye of the beholder.
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| Emporio Armani, kings boulevard germany |
Well, I was sure, this wasn't the only Armani store on this boulevard, so I passed it and went over to watch the next stores. But this day my sight weren't on the stores itself. I was watching the men's who was coming out of these stores. I didn't know this would be my destiny today.


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