In the late evening, we went out to a club, with which we had better luck and more energy for than in our past experiences, that was located in the district of Neustadt, which had a lot of character and once boasted a sort of independent status as the Bunte Republik of Neustadt (DE/EN), an artists’ enclave and a micronation like Freetown Christiania in Oslo, for a short time in the early 1990s.
The next day, we had booked passage on a cruise down the Elbe in a boat that was part of the oldest and largest fleet of paddle-wheel steamships in the world. Before boarding, however, we investigated the vaulted guard chambers that were buried in the fortified walls of the city. There was an interesting history lesson in regards to the patrolling and policing the population and August the Strong kept alchemists in his employment, granting them one clay-lined passageway as a laboratory for potentially dangerous experiments. The mad scientists were charged with discovering the formula, and they were successful, for so-called white gold, porcelain in order to compete with china from China—only the major centers of production were later moved to Meissen.
The steam ship, the Leipzig, as a matter of fact, was antique model but modernized and gleaming, and gave us a relaxed tour of Dresden’s banks, including the new Autobahn bridge that offended UNESCO so much and the Blaues Wunder, a technical marvel still in use and the oldest suspension bridge. There were several palaces along the banks but our destination, some 11 kilometers down the river, was absolutely breathtaking.
The next day, we took another tour around the town that explained more history and allowed us to revisit a few landmarks, and covering more ground in a short time, we had a chance to take a guided tour of the opera house, the Semperoper, which had the most incredible foyer and theatre, including a forerunner to the digital clock, above the stage, so the audience—I guess, did not need to be discrete about checking their watches.
Unfortunately we had to return home the next day, but the trip was rejuvenating and seemed longer than just a few days. On the way home, we visited another one of August the Strong’s idylls, just a little hunting lodge perched on a mountain deep in the Saxon woods, between Dresden and Chemnitz. For all we saw, there is certainly a lot more to discover and a return trip is definitely in order.
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