Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka moya!

12 August 2013.

Time to discover Dresden.

Because our accommodation is self-catering, and the Germans really lock down anything that resembles a shop on a Sunday, our first target needed to be a place that could feed the now very hungry. My kids would understand exactly how unresponsive I can be without this requirement ticked. And true to my nature, once fed, I remembered all the fascinating things I wanted to see in Dresden.

With renewed fascination, we set off to the first item on the list. Pfunds Molkerei is claimed to be the most beautiful milkery in the world. It really feels like you step back in time when you enter this shop, which is tiled with the most ornate tiles from floor to ceiling. The right thing to do, of course, is have some milky something in their restaurant, so I had a milkshake, while Niel had what he considered mother’s milk – a beer. 🙂

I did not want to tell Niel what the next stop would be. And it looked like it was about to rain, which made me want to get there even more urgently. The Regenwasserspiel is situated in what is called the Kunsthofpassage, and is clearly situated in the arty part of town. The Kunsthofpassage is really a series of courtyards inhabited by some very crafty people, and so the Regenwasserspiel is a series of cleverly crafted drainpipes that look like brass instruments, and are meant to make special sounds when it rains. It didn’t rain as I had hoped, but they have water running down the pipes to demonstrate this fascinating feature.

As for the rest of the Kunsthofpassage – every new courtyard you entered, had a different surprise. Fascinating! And why did it have to take someone in Germany to depict a giraffe out of stones like this?

On our way back home, we stopped at a supermarket, to ensure we are able to start the next few mornings without the urgency of making Wesme less grumpy first. And after our now customary afternoon rest, we set off for some sunset photography.

There was a time this morning, that I really felt like I needed to get out of the city a little. I still have that feeling, but I also loved seeing everything I did today. Dresden is a beautiful city. The old of it, the new of it, the rebuilt of it, and the arty of it. I would however want to teach one or two street musicians the correct chords of that Russian song they so love to play… ;o)

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