Meeting Mr President

We'd heard a rumour that there was a life-sized cardboard Hans-Gert Pöttering in the ground floor of the European Parliament, so we went looking for it.

We sneaked in through an empty office that had been left unlocked and wandered around the EP print room untill, magically, a door opened and there he was. Both of him. (You can see the second one in the background) Strangely he was on a plinth and I'd swear his head was out of proportion.

The parliament never fails to surprise, does it?