Neue Jahr aus Dresden (von meiner Pension Fenster) war "Zehn, neun, acht..." Und dann, Feuerwerk und Kirchenglocken für eine halbe stunde. Es war magisch.
The next day I ran into a cool building while doing a u-turn. It reminded me of the wintergarden that I walked past daily in the Auckland Domain.
To a graveyard!
Of course, if you know my family, we are not afraid of graveyards. Since I come from a long line of dead people, I find them interesting. And this was gorgeous, all the little headstones draped in fresh snow.
Me and a headstone.
Back to the remains of the day... the mustard museum.
And the streets of Bautzen.