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I am now in slightly ridiculously cheerful hotel room in Frankfurt. What I mean is, the curtains are a loud mix of yellow, blue and red swirls, the “wood” trim (and furniture) is in a fake varnished oak (makes you feel like you are sitting in cheap car) and the bedding is a rather disturbing lemon colour. All a little overwhelming. The most important room, the bathroom, is however the antithesis of what we see here. Simple, large, white-washed; a power-shower, an intelligent washbasin, an enormous radiator. All the elements that make a good bathroom.

Frankfurt is an amazing city. It’s cool. It’s a bit edgy. It has great food. Even better drinks. The people are most affable and accommodating. The only area where it falls down (and I suspect this is a Europe-wide problem) is internet access. Let me dedicate only a few words to this topic as it is a sore point at the moment. Let me just say it sucks. Don’t these Europeans understand the society-transforming power of a de-regulated, always-on, fat-pipe info super-highway?

Anyway, here are a couple of pictures taken over the last couple of days.

The old and the beautiful

40 years on, and still, it remains one of the most beautiful cars ever made.

Afternoon elegance

Geneva in the afternoon. A very elegant city.

Plenty of yachts and ducks

Yachts. Geneva is that kind of city.

That smile is fake

The smile was frozen onto my face. It took several hours before I could move my mouth again.

The Boss

Kazuya’s neck remained in the “turned 50 degrees to the left” position for many hours. It made crossing roads a perilous endeavor.

Swiss train station ticket machines. Ahh, you gotta love 'em.

Early Tuesday morning- off to the motor show.

Frankfurt. Big, bold and blue. The three B's.

They don't call them frankfurters for nothing.

Kazuya in ecstasy.

These hotdogs were washed down with the best hot wine I have ever had.