Police, camera, action

Breakfast with girlfriends (and the Turk clearly). All was calm, apart from the teeny tiny tick one of us found attached (but that’s another story) when we heard a bang (the kind associated with two cars, not the kind associated with guns or bombs).
A (not very) Smart had reversed out into a large and shiny (& just a tad pompous) BMW. We were asked to call the cops (because that’s what you do here & Herr BMW didn’t have his phone with him & clearly didn’t trust Frau Smart to call). And despite the fact that the copshop is only 100-200 metres down the road they couldn’t be bothered to turn out.