Officially about a year and a month (plus a few days) behind on picture stuff. Fortunately it seems photography is mostly a summer phenomenon. So yes, this was June 2013 when my old friend Jani visited. There was the compulsory Stuttgart sightseeing, including my free-view-of-Schloßplatz tip: using the stairs or elevator of the Kunstmuseum Stuttgart does not involve entering any exhibition areas.
And then, on a semi-whim, we went to Legoland in the middle of the week when no schools had any freedom. Glorious. Did you enjoy that ride? Well, get in line behind three other people and just do it again. I'm fairly certain we managed to do everything besides the baby rides, including the most grown-up one: screaming like a crazy person on the robot arm thing. Of course the miniature details were lovely as always – remember 2013, when Angie wasn't quite as peeved at Barack yet?
Legoland for the girl who I don't really recall playing Barbie with, but who did – along with her sister – have a table dedicated to an orderly jungle of completed Lego sets along with crates full of alternatives under said table. To add to the throwbacks, she told us of her nostalgia for Tatort from living in Germany back in those far-flung early ’90s, a show that is now a firm part of the Sunday night schedule around here. In return I pulled out all the letters her 10-year-old personage wrote to me from abroad, my favourite part perhaps being the extremely detailed description – including sketches – of aeroplane entertainment and its attendant buttons back then.