Paris to Stuttgart

Happy to You, Claire!!!

Leaving Chez Dominique is like leaving a cocoon. We have been treated to a week of great food, lovely wine (also lemon drops) and no responsibilities.

It’s a rainy day in France and Germany too. But nothing can dampen the spirits of the man-child on the eve of acquisition.

In Stuttgart we taxi to our hotel (courtesy of Porsche, both taxi and hotel), drop our bags and walk around the corner to the light rail. Our destination is 4 stops away on the S6 train: The Porsche Museum. Two tickets are waiting at will-call. The woman who hands them over seems delighted that we will pick up a car tomorrow. She graciously draws out all the details as if she’s never heard anything so exciting ever.

I am accompanying someone to his first trip to Disneyland. He takes off through the gate in a whirl of anticipation. I trust I will see him again….eventually. The building itself is unusual. The ceiling is mirrored and reflective, the walls are stark white. It is multi-leveled and asymmetrical. The space is enormous. It’s filled with cars.

The audio guide relates all details of production and design. In sum, meticulous. The display cars are shined to a gleam, from old to new from road worthy to race worthy, they line the edges, the over-hangs, and one has managed to be parked outside on the roof.

This is the model of our (?) first Porsche @1974

After all this spectating we have to take a break. We are in Germany after all.

Before

After