We're heading down the A5, south of Baden-Baden, planning to swing over to Strasbourg to meet Henry and his entourage, which apparently includes some vehicles that can't handle the 60 km/h minimum here on the autobahn. We missed Exit 51, I won't go into why exactly, so now what we're gonna do is take Exit 54-Appenweier to merge onto B28 toward Kehl. A few kilometers longer, no big deal.
Lambert, checking the GPS unit, reports that we will cross the Rhine on the the Europa Brücke. The Pont de l'Europe.
"What?" I say. "You mean we'll cross two bridges?"
Lambert looks at me like I'm an idiot. Bruno leans forward and fills me in. It's the same bridge, The Bridge of Europe, with two different names, in French and German. Bruno and Lambert don't actually laugh at me, but I can tell they're feeling mighty smug.
Okay guys, I think, clenching my teeth, if I had been able to look at the GPS myself, I would have figured it out right away. But hey, I'm driving this minivan! We're going 120k here, as I swing off the autobahn and onto B28. It just sounded like two different bridges, the way he said it, that's all.
"So its like a symbol," I say. "After all the wars between France and Germany...."
No response. I guess my comment is so obvious they can't think of anything to add....
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Henry Refuses to Become a Symbol
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Pont de l'Europe
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