A final memory of Nuremberg, home to Embedded World last week.
An Englishman was being manfully polite to a local when asked for his opinion of the town.
He did well, waxing positive on the river, the zoo, the old town, the racing track and then, I thought, went what could have been a step too far.
‘It’s a pity it’s only remembered for one thing.’
‘Ah Yes’, came the reply, ‘zer sausages.’
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