We park right on the promenade – something else that’s only possible in spring. The sea is as smooth as glass. The palm trees are mirrored in our hood. Of course, the Mercedes-AMG doesn’t remain undiscovered for long. Passers-by stop, prowl around the car. Men, primarily. They marvel at the twin-blade radiator grille, which up to now has been reserved only for the V8 performance models, and the side skirts that accentuate the coupé’s muscular silhouette. Or the narrow, sharply contoured headlights that, like the eyes of a sharpshooter, focus intently on the target.
