Frankfurt, not a night out.

In the evening after our baths we dressed in black slinky dresses and went down to the lobby, but there was no where we could actually go without buying a drink. Even the complementary champagne we had in the bed room was listed on the menu as 8 Marks a glass. We asked after a night club which was in the airport. So after an awkward parade through the airport, with our heels clicking, we found the club closed, so headed back to the hotel. We walked around the hotel a bit and then returned to our room and sunk into our crisp white linen beds.