This picture and its mates I took during a rambling walk where I first crossed the river from my hotel, found myself in an area with furniture shops, then headed into a part of town where a new hotel annex megastore stressed the modern character of that part, then gradually found myself in areas with low and older houses. I then crossed railroad tracks, visited an area with small houses, with an adjacent park. I headed back to the centre, crossing the tracks again, then hopped on a tram to another part of town.

This is where I cross the tracks. Or rather, I just did, and now step over a low wall, with imrpovised steps on either side. Trains are not frequent, and many people do not bother to go to a flyover hundreds of meters further on. The wwhite thing is not a secret sign but a piece of styroform packing material.