Visiting a healer-friend in the old medieval town of Tübingen, I come across this announcement in a shop window, located on the ground floor beside a spot where Germany’s most celebrated writer once vomited out of a window in extreme drunkenness.
Klassische Münzen (“classic coins”):
More than just any ”Münzen” shop, this place is where Goethe himself exchanged money:
“Hier kaufte Goethe seine Münzen …lebte er noch.” (“Here is where Goethe bought his coins… And he lives still”)
Ja, aber nur in seine Muenzen.
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