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Ich bin ein Frankfurter
Yes, that’s right. If Kennedy can be a doughnut, I can be a boiled sausage.
Last week, The Boss and I headed off to Frankfurt to do some high-octane buying at a trade fair that has 11 halls, each the size of Sicily. In short: PAIN.
I felt compelled to record elements of the trip and to blast them across the internet. However, this year the Powers That Be outlawed cameras mainly to stop the swell of Idea-Theft. So instead I took one blurred picture of the courtyard of our hotel, The Villa Kennedy, easily the best hotel in Frankfurt in terms of, well, everything. The food is the best in the city. Though sadly no Berliners.
... and one picture of my broken feet (from all the walking) in Fair Shoes as shot from a seat in the hotel loo. Dirty Glamour. Very Ellen Von Unwerth. In my defence I can say only this: you haven’t experienced pain until you've walked through 11 halls in heels. Unless it's Paris Fashion Week.
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