The end of the main street of old town, whose surfaces made an impression that as if only those antique wagons should be clattering along it there, a panorama view of
the Rhine river unfolded straight ahead, no end in sight - beyond the Duesseldorf’s sinew, Rheinkniebruecke(meaning: the knee of Rhine - bridge), the Rhine Tower soared just tremendously, so that it could prod in the sky just like people do with their forks and knives after they get into the TGI Friday’s and ordered beefsteaks come out.
(Funnily enough, it was as like as two peas with the Namsan Tower, though.)