The fourth, after a day of wandering around downtown Stuttgart, was spent downing margaritas and tapas. On our stagger back to the train station, in the pedestrian zone, we came upon an old hippie who could've doubled for an insane Santa.
He had wheeled a beat-up piano into the main plaza & was playing horrible versions of songs we should have been able to recognize. We tried to sing along with "Bobby McGee," but he was all over the place with the lyrics. Still, we loved him, he loved us and we danced & sang there between the impressive Baden-Wuerttemberg parliament, the Stuttgart stock exchange and the orange-circled moon.
The fifth & last day we crammed in the miscellany: The market, a home-made lunch, shopping for souvenirs, an ice-cream cafe, a stop by my grandparents' and, finally, a trip to the fortress ruins at Neuffen followed by dinner with my aunt, uncle & cousin. Whew.
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