East Gate

Besides the West Gate there is also its equivalent in the East. I take a tram to the suburbs and get out of the train a little too early. I walk towards the three towers which make up the gate.

To my big surprise I discover that the surrounding buildings are mostly family houses with little gardens. The quarter even displays a rather rural athmosphere with birds singing and men repairing their cars in the warmth of a sunny sunday afternoon.

Despite its name the East Gate seems to display a certain hostility towards its environs...