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Does your mailman hoot his horn?
They used to do it. But in the Black Forest they blew very softly because they didn’t want to disturb anybody, so they had a small horn as the name of the restaurant suggests.
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Frankfurt 3 – Perpignan 1
Leanne from Monochrome Madness is asking for Urban landscapes this week. Not my strong suit. But for what it is worth, here it goes. I tried to add a bit of interest by using vignettes.
And the roofs of Perpignan.
What would you do?
If you saw those signs?
These are just a few signs, either in chalk or in flour, to show us the way where we are supposed to run. For some outsiders these signs were such a mystery that they called the police on us.
Sneaking up on him
Near Erbach in the Odenwald is a ravine, called Brudergrund (literally translated – which one really shouldn’t do – “brother-ravine” or “brother gully”). It’s an open deer park (i.e. openly accessible) with fallow deer and red deer. FOWC with Fandango: Brother
The one about the missing dentures
There once was an old man who couldn’t chew. So he lived on porridge and beef broth and goo.But he wanted a treat,He hankered for meatRather than baby food, wouldn’t you? Laughing Along with a Limerick: Chew
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