It was dark when I finally arrived last night, so I didn’t notice that I am staying in a brick expressionist former counting house built in 1924 by Christian Zauleck and Franz Hormann. The façade – presumably a curtain wall? – is clinker, and it has the neo-Gothic echoes of one of the Stockholm buildings we stopped to admire. It’s a big building – albeit not on the scale of the Chilehaus in Hamburg – which gives a clue to where Lübeck’s wealth came from. It’s not just marzipan: Lübeck was the Hansestadt.