We're doing it. We're getting out of Germany. Deutschland, I've loved you so much in the past, but this time through, you've been positively melancholy (that's a funny word combo, but it's proper, I swear). Despite our best efforts to sneak out during the food-coma lull after lunch hour, the vindictive soul of Munich has figured out that we’re leaving, and it does all it can to keep us there. At least that’s my explanation for getting stuck in some horrific traffic on the way out of town (a semi truck caught on fire and we got drive past the remains of it’s smoking skeleton. Can’t say I’d ever seen the husk of a completely burnt out truck before).
As soon as we get near the French border, the skies start to open up. The sky is blue, who knew? It’s more than just clear skies, it’s genuinely sunny out. When we arrive in Strausbourg, the French girls are all doing what they do best, running around droopy faced with big sunglasses and tight sundresses. Maybe I'm biased, but the town's seems pretty enchanting.
I came here for two reasons. 1, to get out of Germany. 2, to see the cathedral. It's one of those structures where you wonder how it was build before the age of Caterpillar, and then you wondering evolves into questioning why we don't build such magnificent things now that we have better technology.
Charlie is scared to climb the 330 or so stairs to the top. If he only knew that there was going to be a nice squawking seagull to help him find his way down.
We visit the museum as well. A lot of Europe has this awesome policy that if you're a student of art, you get into the museums for free. You're supposed to have some special Art Student card, but we look and smell like artists, so we usually end up getting waved in.
I got my brother some nazi zombie shooting targets for his last birthday. Maybe this was the original inspiration. Well, I think Wolfenstein 3D was the shooting target inspiration, but....
Ah Duchamp, you cheeky bastard. Selling dollhouse versions of your art. It's cute. I want one.
Monkeys make sushi all wrong.
And this is the retaliation for Freedom Fries I suppose.
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