This stroll through Ulm wasn't planned. I was on the train back to Munich when the conductor announced that the next stop would be Ulm. Suddenly, I felt an irresistible urge to see what this city was like. It was only drizzling at the time, so I stood up and stepped off the train.
No sooner had I passed through the doors of the main station than it began to pour down; I even heard thunder rumbling in the distance. I spent less than two hours in Ulm, snapping a few shots whenever conditions allowed—holding my camera in one hand and my umbrella in the other. That’s when I said to myself: "It's Ulm...brella."
