Author’s note: Sorry about the poor quality of some of these photos. I am not good with camera.
Dangit, where are our photos?
On the third day, however, I remembered.
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| Finally. |
We visited the Mercedes museum in Stuttgart. It was mostly filled with very old cars, but also included a car dealership, which primarily sold—how did you guess?—cars made by Mercedes.
The Toothpaste-Stained $50 had a lot of fun, though.
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| Guess what I am! |
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| I’m a parking ticket! |
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| Maybach Fifty-Seven |
At one point the Toothpaste-Stained Fifty disappeared.
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| He was not in this completely unrelated part of the museum. I am not running low on good photos; why do you ask? |
I should have guessed where he was.
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| You know, that chair is a bit big for you. |
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| ... |
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| Fifty, shall we go? |
Fortunately, we escaped before any wild salespeople appeared. One of these days I shall have to explain to the Fifty that, yes, he is made of money, but in his case that doesn’t actually mean that he can buy everything he wants to.
Besides, how would he carry his driving licence?
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