Today I went to the gallery in Zwinger, which is three stories of paintings and sculptures. I was unsure if pictures were allowed, so I had to take the obligatory snap of the best painting of Jesus on the DL.
This is baby Jesus accepting a pimp cup from the Magi. Magi know how to get down.
There are lots of other pieces of art I liked. One in particular was painted with very dark colors and impossible to take a pic of, but it was of Beatrice hiding and listening to Hero and Ursula “talk.” It was refreshing to see a) a story I knew well depicted and b) not Greek or Christian.
This portrait of Our Lady of Decadence also caught my eye–Marie Antoinette of course.
Notice how the painter included me in the background–so modern! Let’s not forget that she charmed European countries into helping us bloody colonialists fight the British. Respect the cake.
This museum is known for this work by Rafael. Does it seem familiar?
Does it?
I’ll let you think about that while I go to dinner and have dumplings.
German food is delightfully salty and filling. I also enjoyed the decor.
Unfortunately when I ordered NOT mineral water, I got SPARKLING mineral water, which is doubly bad. It tastes like medicine for the disease of life. I drank it anyway because while I was in the museum, I left my pack at the coat check and someone went in there and loosened the water bottle cap and let it leak all over my everything and so I had no water. Soggy train tickets are stuck to my umbrella now.
After this glorious meal I visited the Church of our Lady. It is quite a building. Here it is with Martin Luther and another one of his damn books. I decided to climb to the top of the dome (only 8 Euros!)
It’s not as tall as the tower in Bruges, right? I’ll be fine, right?
I start out and it’s going pretty good. Look how new and reasonable these stairs are.
Ok go a little farther, and it gets a bit narrower. No big deal.
Now ascend the ramp around the perimeter of the dome. It’s only a 60 degree angle what’s you problem why are you panting and sweating and crying?
You better woman up because now there is a ladder.
Ladders don’t take any shit, believe me. And you’ve got to be close, right?
Yes, just a few of these ellipses and
Don’t look down and
Boom! This view of Dresden–
And this view of the inner dome.
And of the teeny tiny people attending the services below.
The view from the top is pretty spectacular, and no one else was up there so I got to enjoy it without photobombing some other tourist’s panorama.
Across from the church and down a bit is the Opera, with that statue of a horse and a man I’ve posted before.
Nearby is the Hilton, which has an ATM in its lobby. I went to make a withdraw but was denied–this was particularly irritating because yesterday I had the same problem and called my bank and was told the hold was lifted. Also, I am lower on cash today than I was even yesterday when I had a super fun panic attack. Another call to the bank (3 actually, because my international phone kept dropping the call) revealed a significant amount had been drained from my account, and I had to do an unemotional reckoning for all my transactions for the last week. It was not fun and someone in Berlin has a lot of my money. A. Lot. Let’s delay the rage about how this person could access my money but I could not, and the righteous indignation about how this person will likely never be caught. Just keep that smoldering in your pocket for now and deal with the logistical issues–how do I get cash? Many places here are cash only, notably the taxis and buses, which I will need to travel into Prague in two days. My bank has no international relations, so I am totally on my own until a new ATM card is delivered to my airbnb in Prague. I did make the bank lady cry, so at least I have that.
This post is dedicated to RS for coming through with a wire and remaining cool as I turned into a ragecake.
This picture is for her.
Time to call Dr. A!
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