Hotel Europa is not a hotel. It is a bar and a cellar club near the main station: a living room upstairs furnished in sixties and seventies kitsch, and a low room underneath it that holds the dance floor. It calls itself probably the cutest club in the universe.
The music leans to bouncy electronics and techno with soul, indie, minimal and funk-punk in between, and there are live bands as often as DJs. The queer night in the house is Queerbeats, which uses both rooms, disco and disco house upstairs and harder techno below.
The club publishes an awareness policy and says who to speak to at a party if something goes wrong. It is small and it is loud, and its own pages joke about the neighbours who would rather it were not.
The people in this picture are AI-generated.
