Today I walked a bunch of miles in the wrong direction and finally asked a human how to get to the theaterplaz. She spoke hurried German, pulled a cheese cutter from her purse (I swear), grabbed my arm, and then pushed me into the street.
It gets weirder.
I later realized that the bus stop I wanted is nicknamed “the cheese” which semi explains the cheese cutter, but how was it in her purse? Really?
Just now I’ve come back from the Italian restaurant down the block and they have martinis there that come garnished with a tiny orange tomato every time. Consequently here is a picture-heavy blog post.
First here is the crown on top of the zwinger.

Here is a fountain and a head.

Happy to be on the bus tour.

Here is a somewhat elaborate timepiece.

Here is a two-horse power contraption that our bus was trapped behind.

Technology prevailed.

But they like horses here.

I think this is a guy with a 1st gen ipad and the tiger from the Hangover.

And Jack Skellington asking What’s THIS?

Here’s just a regular house no big deal.

And I didn’t see the DEMON but I did find this hood rat.

I broke two nails trying to unlock my airbnb door so here I go to lie down before more tragedy.