Where Frankfurt is metropolis

From no-go zone to hot spot, the quarter around Frankfurt’s main station is turning into the republic’s coolest pavement. Sex & drugs & Rock’n Roll. Brexit refugees welcome.

The quarter consists only of few short streets in front of Frankfurt’s main station. Misery, drugs, prostitution, creative joie de vivre and hip scene intermingle.

After the war GIs moved in, red lights followed. A young soldier named Presley came. He bought guitars at the ‚Cream‘, receipt still on their cash desk. The GIs are long gone, bordellos and strip clubs have remained. Tourist tours roam the area, advance reservations required.

Chic is spreading. Sure signs are the 25hours Hotel; the studio of designer Valerie Sietzy with her ‚This is Early‘ label; bar like „Amp“ by mastermid of the quarter, Ata, the music club „Oye“ runed by Mengi Zeleke and Daniel Schierke’s gallery of art, which he culls from college graduation works. 

Frankfurt has discovered its hot heart. The greatest hotel density in the world, asserts Mahler. There are four times more hotel beds here than residents. Only here Frankfurt is metropolis. What’s clustering round the bank towers are villages.