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With our lives beginning to return to a semblance of normality after our daughter in law’s death we felt that our son had made enough progress in rebuilding his life for us to take a short trip. We had cut out our wanderings to make sure that we were there if he needed us, but with my birthday approaching we felt that a couple of days away wouldn’t be amiss. We’re also grateful that our son’s friends and colleagues include him in invitations, days out and trips.
It’s been our habit for a while now that instead of buying each other birthday gifts we would each nominate something a little different to do on the day – a meal in a nice restaurant, a concert or maybe a short trip. I decided this year that I would like to pay a visit to the Mercedes-Benz Museum in Stuttgart. I had visited it once before around 1970 when I was writing about cars for a magazine in Frankfurt, but it has since been moved into a purpose built building just outside the Unterturkheim plant’s main gates. I went onto Google Earth to have a look at the area and to search out any possible restaurants and discovered there is a Hilton Garden Hotel just a couple of hundred yards from the museum. I went online and made a reservation for two nights, then went onto the Mercedes-Benz museum website and bought two tickets at a reasonable price and discovered that I could combine the museum visit with a tour of the Mercedes factory for only a couple of euros more. I jumped at that and we were all set to go.
Stuttgart is less than three hours’ drive from our home in Luxembourg so we didn’t need to leave at the crack of dawn. In fact, we waited until after the morning rush hour had subsided before setting out. As has become normal whenever we drive in Germany it was raining when we left home. The route we followed took us off the autobahn for a good stretch, but once back on the fast road we had all the time in the world to stop for coffee and later on, for lunch. Even so, we were still early for our check-in, but they gave us another room and we were able to unpack, put our feet up for a while and then freshen up before going out to get ourselves oriented.
The museum itself is housed in a remarkable building which, so I was told, has no two pieces of glass on the exterior of the same shape. Even though our tickets were for the following day we went in so that we could have a look around the entrance lobby and we stopped off for a coffee on the ground floor cafeteria. We then asked at the information desk how we should pick up our tour of the factory. That brought a simple answer – “Just stand at that door over there a few minutes before the time of your tour.” All our queries answered, so we drifted back to the hotel.
We had dinner in the hotel that evening and were impressed by the service, which was welcoming and friendly and by the quality of the menu. We had a drink while waiting for our meal and chatted with our charming waitress.
Next morning we set off just before 9.30 for our visit to the museum. The exhibits are set up in such a way that the visitor goes to the top floor for the oldest vehicles then gradually spirals downwards. Since Daimler and Benz were the originators of the automobile as we know it today you get to see the entire history of motorised transport – from private cars to trucks to buses to industrial vehicles to fire engines to aircraft engines and more.
As you descend you can stop at various points where some of the most gorgeous vehicles ever made are on display. You can stop to examine them, or wander over to the camera points where the keen photographer can shoot away at vehicles on the floor below. Some of these cars – roadsters, sports cars, luxury sedans – have been restored to perfection and will have you goggling at their sheer beauty. The lines of those manufactured in the ‘20s and ‘30s can be followed as they developed until you see how they led the magnificent “gullwing SL” and its successors of the ‘50s and subsequent decades.
Partway down we paused our tour for the factory visit at 11.45. There were about 6 other people and we learnt, disappointedly, that we wouldn’t be going to the car assembly plant (cars, it seems, are assembled at a different site altogether) but to the engine manufacturing plant. For this we had to place our cameras in lockers on the ground floor as photography is strictly forbidden inside the factory. Competition in the automobile industry is clearly cut-throat.
A bus came along to drive us to the Bad Canstatt plant where we were given an introductory orientation talk before going onto the factory floor. Without going into technicalities I have to say that this was absolutely fascinating. Much of the work is done by robots with human workers interceding here and there in the process. From time to time trollies loaded with 8 or 10 engine blocks come along, apparently of their own volition as they have no drivers, then turn into one of the work stations and start unloading their contents – completely automatically. Each engine block has a number assigned to it which identifies the country, the city, the individual showroom and the name of the customer who has ordered the vehicle. All this information remains with the engine block as it makes its way through the process. The manual work, which must have been killing in the days before robots, is all done by the robots while the human workers carry out the lighter tasks.
When we exited the factory for our bus we were agog at the care and attention to every small detail which M-B are famed for.
When we got back to the museum we decided to give our legs a break and went for a snack lunch at the cafeteria. Did we need the break!
After about 30 minutes we took the lift to the floor we had been on previously and continued our tour, finishing on the ground floor. We then discovered that downstairs, in the basement, there was the shop, another cafeteria and a showroom selling Mercedes cars. We had another coffee then browsed the shop and the newest M-B models. After that, our feet told us that enough was enough and they seemed likely to go on strike if we didn’t amble back to the hotel.
If anyone asked my advice about visiting the museum I would recommend going around 10 a.m. The museum opens at 9 a.m. and there were quite a few groups of school kids, and like many school kids these days, seemed totally out of control. However, if the visitor arrives at 10 or so, the kids have had an hour to work their way downwards and those interested in the exhibits can enjoy them in peace.
That evening the waitress in the restaurant remembered that it was my birthday and wished me happy birthday when she presented the menus. A nice, thoughtful gesture. Dinner was pretty good, as well.
When we looked out the window next morning it was raining again. We checked out and headed for Luxembourg – once more in torrential rain.
It’s been our habit for a while now that instead of buying each other birthday gifts we would each nominate something a little different to do on the day – a meal in a nice restaurant, a concert or maybe a short trip. I decided this year that I would like to pay a visit to the Mercedes-Benz Museum in Stuttgart. I had visited it once before around 1970 when I was writing about cars for a magazine in Frankfurt, but it has since been moved into a purpose built building just outside the Unterturkheim plant’s main gates. I went onto Google Earth to have a look at the area and to search out any possible restaurants and discovered there is a Hilton Garden Hotel just a couple of hundred yards from the museum. I went online and made a reservation for two nights, then went onto the Mercedes-Benz museum website and bought two tickets at a reasonable price and discovered that I could combine the museum visit with a tour of the Mercedes factory for only a couple of euros more. I jumped at that and we were all set to go.
Stuttgart is less than three hours’ drive from our home in Luxembourg so we didn’t need to leave at the crack of dawn. In fact, we waited until after the morning rush hour had subsided before setting out. As has become normal whenever we drive in Germany it was raining when we left home. The route we followed took us off the autobahn for a good stretch, but once back on the fast road we had all the time in the world to stop for coffee and later on, for lunch. Even so, we were still early for our check-in, but they gave us another room and we were able to unpack, put our feet up for a while and then freshen up before going out to get ourselves oriented.
The museum itself is housed in a remarkable building which, so I was told, has no two pieces of glass on the exterior of the same shape. Even though our tickets were for the following day we went in so that we could have a look around the entrance lobby and we stopped off for a coffee on the ground floor cafeteria. We then asked at the information desk how we should pick up our tour of the factory. That brought a simple answer – “Just stand at that door over there a few minutes before the time of your tour.” All our queries answered, so we drifted back to the hotel.
We had dinner in the hotel that evening and were impressed by the service, which was welcoming and friendly and by the quality of the menu. We had a drink while waiting for our meal and chatted with our charming waitress.
Next morning we set off just before 9.30 for our visit to the museum. The exhibits are set up in such a way that the visitor goes to the top floor for the oldest vehicles then gradually spirals downwards. Since Daimler and Benz were the originators of the automobile as we know it today you get to see the entire history of motorised transport – from private cars to trucks to buses to industrial vehicles to fire engines to aircraft engines and more.
As you descend you can stop at various points where some of the most gorgeous vehicles ever made are on display. You can stop to examine them, or wander over to the camera points where the keen photographer can shoot away at vehicles on the floor below. Some of these cars – roadsters, sports cars, luxury sedans – have been restored to perfection and will have you goggling at their sheer beauty. The lines of those manufactured in the ‘20s and ‘30s can be followed as they developed until you see how they led the magnificent “gullwing SL” and its successors of the ‘50s and subsequent decades.
Partway down we paused our tour for the factory visit at 11.45. There were about 6 other people and we learnt, disappointedly, that we wouldn’t be going to the car assembly plant (cars, it seems, are assembled at a different site altogether) but to the engine manufacturing plant. For this we had to place our cameras in lockers on the ground floor as photography is strictly forbidden inside the factory. Competition in the automobile industry is clearly cut-throat.
A bus came along to drive us to the Bad Canstatt plant where we were given an introductory orientation talk before going onto the factory floor. Without going into technicalities I have to say that this was absolutely fascinating. Much of the work is done by robots with human workers interceding here and there in the process. From time to time trollies loaded with 8 or 10 engine blocks come along, apparently of their own volition as they have no drivers, then turn into one of the work stations and start unloading their contents – completely automatically. Each engine block has a number assigned to it which identifies the country, the city, the individual showroom and the name of the customer who has ordered the vehicle. All this information remains with the engine block as it makes its way through the process. The manual work, which must have been killing in the days before robots, is all done by the robots while the human workers carry out the lighter tasks.
When we exited the factory for our bus we were agog at the care and attention to every small detail which M-B are famed for.
When we got back to the museum we decided to give our legs a break and went for a snack lunch at the cafeteria. Did we need the break!
After about 30 minutes we took the lift to the floor we had been on previously and continued our tour, finishing on the ground floor. We then discovered that downstairs, in the basement, there was the shop, another cafeteria and a showroom selling Mercedes cars. We had another coffee then browsed the shop and the newest M-B models. After that, our feet told us that enough was enough and they seemed likely to go on strike if we didn’t amble back to the hotel.
If anyone asked my advice about visiting the museum I would recommend going around 10 a.m. The museum opens at 9 a.m. and there were quite a few groups of school kids, and like many school kids these days, seemed totally out of control. However, if the visitor arrives at 10 or so, the kids have had an hour to work their way downwards and those interested in the exhibits can enjoy them in peace.
That evening the waitress in the restaurant remembered that it was my birthday and wished me happy birthday when she presented the menus. A nice, thoughtful gesture. Dinner was pretty good, as well.
When we looked out the window next morning it was raining again. We checked out and headed for Luxembourg – once more in torrential rain.