Oh, youth. “Back in my day,” I used to frequent the punk rock and metal shows. In secret basements, in grungy apartments; blood, sweat, screaming. And the mosh pit! Oida.
I’ve since become an old lady, listening to jazz, sipping tea, with some calming music in the background. I’m now a stranger to the punk scene. It’s a fun place to visit, though, and take some touristy photos (definitely better subject matter than beaches and lighthouses!!), but I never stay for long.