Well, I finally made it to Stuttgart. I’m on the 5th floor of the Dormero Hotel, one of those ugly, 4 star, monstrosities that abound in large industrial cities.
I’m not really a city girl and Stuttgart is not as pretty as Strasbourg or Paris, but it does have a vibrant town center with a Saturday farmers’ market.
There was a fairly large demonstration next to the market with people in their underwear protesting, with graphic, theatrical demonstrations, human sex with animals. I didn’t get any pictures because not everyone looks good in their underwear.
Stuttgart also has a medium sized food hall offering really expensive exotic fruits, vegetables, breads, cheeses, charcuterie, meats, etc.
Food halls are so elitist! I love shopping in food halls
I like it that the wine glasses are large, even if they don’t fill them to the top. So much potential! They also serve wine in little glass mugs but it makes me think of Mason jars.
Restaurants in Stuttgart don’t always have English menus, nor English-speaking waiters. This doesn’t really bother us as much as it did the vacationing Americans next to us who just ordered pizza because it was the only thing they recognized on the menu. I like amusing the wait staff by pointing at menu items and doing my imitations of food animals; fish, chicken, pig, cow and sheep. The staff has so much fun and I learn how to order from the menu. My husband likes “food surprise”, so he just pointed at a likely looking combination of Germanic syllables and ended up with a fairly tasty meat salad.
My fish imitation provided Jade with a delicious plate of salmon with a chives/herbs sauce.
Street musicians in Stuttgart. This man knew quite a few American jazz standards.
Besides playing this enormous German horn, the young man on the left sang folk songs and played the spoons.
This is what happens when everybody in the cultural exchange program doesn’t get back on the plane They told me they were from Ecuador.
House hunting tomorrow.