Ahh, Germany. The home of my father's father before he came to the
states, although I had never been there. We docked in
Warnemunde, which had formerly been East Germany's primary seaport
before the reunification.
We took a water ferry down to Rostock, spent a few hours there,
then took a trolley and a train back to the ship.
Our table was on the right there, looking out the window (second floor) to the ground where the beer bottle men and the young quarreling couple were on the street.
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The finest of american culture, again.
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Three groins in the fountain. Note the girl climbing on the naked woman in the background right.
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We can only speculate that the child exploded, leaving this debris. Nobody nearby seemed to claim this mess.