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The view across the Elbe River to Dresden's exuberant, rebuilt old town. Note the great biking & running trails along the river!

The view across the Elbe River to Dresden’s exuberant, rebuilt old town. Note the great biking & running trails along the river!

Dresden. Wow. All I knew about Dresden before we got here was the fire bombings of World War II. And even then, all I knew was that there had been some serious bombs that pretty much wiped out the city. At least I got that part right. In mid-February 1945 American and British pilots dropped nearly 4,000 tons of bombs and “incendiary devices” on the city, killing perhaps 25,000 people, mostly civilians, and leveling much of the city. While there is a plausible case that Dresden’s military and industrial significance warranted this level of death and destruction, it seems clear that the intensity – savagery, really – had as much to do with German psychology as with military needs narrowly defined.

The ruins of the Frauenkirche from Mark's trip to Dresden in 1984

The ruins of the Frauenkirche from Mark’s trip to Dresden in 1984

And the glorious Frauenkirche today, with that dark piece on the left the last standing part reincorporated into the new building

And the glorious Frauenkirche today, with that dark piece on the left the last standing part reincorporated into the new building

Whatever the moral and ethical implications, Dresden was wiped out. As late as 1984, when Mark was here on a college trip, the city was still a bombed out mess. Today? Wow. After German reunification – Dresden had been part of East Germany – the investments came and many of the grand old buildings were rebuilt. The museums are world class. The restaurants are great. Cool hip neighborhoods. The running trails along the Elbe are heavenly. (OK, that’s idiosyncratic, but they have great biking/running trails for miles and miles along the river. Truly heavenly.)

A little quick history is worthwhile here since it’s pretty interesting and I knew nothing of it before we came. Dresden was long the capital of Saxony, one of many German states that made up the Holy Roman Empire (which was, of course, not holy, Roman, or an empire, but whatever). The Duke of Saxony was a Prince of Europe, but he was much more than that: he was one of just four lay Electors of the Holy Roman Emperor, along with three spiritual Electors. The role of Elector was highly prestigious, even though by the 15th century the Emperor had become an inherited role in the Habsburg dynasty. Electors ranked above all other Princes and just below kings in terms of royal hierarchy. In fact, the electors’ title was Elector rather than Duke or Prince or whatever and, amusingly for me at least, their wives were called Electresses. Kind of like calling Michelle Obama the “Presidentress.” I wonder if we could get that to take off?

Finally, when Napoleon dissolved the empire in the early 19th century he raised the state of Saxony to a kingdom. Thus Dresden was a Very Important City over hundreds of years of European history. (And I should note that, looking a little further back, Saxony is also where those Saxons who crossed the English Channel to mix with the Angles and give the world the Anglo-Saxons came from. Being there was like finally being home.)

A small piece of the old Zwinger Palace, now a glorious museum of great masters

A small piece of the old Zwinger Palace, now a glorious museum of great masters

So now fast forward through World War II, the bombing, the emergence of the Cold War, and the dreary “recovery” experienced by Dresden and the rest of East Germany. Finally 1989 arrives, the Iron Curtain falls, Germany is reunited, and Dresden is rebuilt. The Catholic cathedral, the Frauenkirche, the Zwinger Museum, the Opera House, the Palace, and much more all rebuilt and beautiful. So today it is again a rollicking example of baroque and rococo masterpieces. What fun!

Bernardo Bellotto, aka Canaletto, spent several years in the mid-18th century painting landscapes of Dresden. This one, on display in the Zwinger Museum, would have been drawn from quite close to where our hotel is today.

Bernardo Bellotto, aka Canaletto, spent several years in the mid-18th century painting landscapes of Dresden. This one, on display in the Zwinger Museum, would have been drawn from quite close to where our hotel is today.

This is a part of a huge frieze in Dresden that almost miraculously wasn't destroyed in the War. It tells the tale of the Electors from the late 16th century through the 17th century, reflecting the changing styles and fashions over the years.

This is a part of a huge frieze in Dresden that almost miraculously wasn’t destroyed in the War. It tells the tale of the Electors from the late 16th century through the 17th century, reflecting the changing styles and fashions over the years.

The interior of the baroque Frauenkirche. Finished just 10 years ago, the church was rebuilt to the extent possible with rubble from the old ruins and based on pictures, plans, and memories of the original.

The interior of the baroque Frauenkirche. Finished just 10 years ago, the church was rebuilt to the extent possible with rubble from the old ruins and based on pictures, plans, and memories of the original.

Our hotel was on the right bank of the river, in what's called the "new" town, where most of the cool neighborhoods and restaurants and hotels are. I loved this lively fountain that was on our walk to our favorite places.

Our hotel was on the right bank of the river, in what’s called the “new” town, where most of the cool neighborhoods and restaurants and hotels are. I loved this lively fountain that was on our walk to our favorite places.

And speaking of great restaurants, this was one of the best Caprese salads I've had outside of Italy

And speaking of great restaurants, this was one of the best Caprese salads I’ve had outside of Italy

One more picture of the still-devastated Dresden from Mark's 1984 trip

One more picture of the still-devastated Dresden from Mark’s 1984 trip

And one more picture across the Elbe to the old city. I really loved this place!

And one more picture across the Elbe to the old city. I really loved this place!

Me and Mark crossing the Vltava River, which runs through Prague, in the early evening light

Me and Mark crossing the Vltava River, which runs through Prague, in the early evening light

From Nuremberg it was northeast by bus to Prague, capital of the Czech Republic and one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Before we could enjoy the city, though, we had to get there which wasn’t as easy as one might have expected. If we were still traveling in China getting from one city to the next would have been a breeze, and maybe we got a little spoiled. In China, it was always super easy to figure out how to get to your next stop, information was always in English, people were around to help. Catching that bus out of Nuremberg couldn’t have been more different.

John of Nepomuk, a Bohemian martyr thrown into the Vltava River and one of many statues lining the Charles Bridge connecting the castle area on one side of the river and the old town

John of Nepomuk, a Bohemian martyr thrown into the Vltava River and one of many statues lining the Charles Bridge connecting the castle area on one side of the river and the old town

We bought the tickets online and saw that the bus station was only a few blocks from our hotel. Easy enough, we thought. When we got to the “station” though, there was no station, just a street that buses parked in. No big board telling you where your bus was or whether it was on time. (In China the latter piece was probably redundant; they were always on time.) With a little looking around I found what I thought was the area where our bus would be: a schedule at Area 4 that had a bus to Prague at the time we were leaving. But the bus parked there when we should have been boarding was going to Berlin. Maybe it was stopping in Prague on the way? The driver was absolutely no help at all. Meanwhile buses are loading and leaving but we can’t find anything telling us what bus was going to Prague.

Eventually, at almost the last minute, we saw a sign saying “Prague” on a bus that was getting ready to leave. But not before we’d gotten on a different bus, where the driver knew (from our ticket) that we were going to Prague and he presumably knew he wasn’t going to Prague. Still, he put our bags in the storage area and had us get on the bus, until we figured out it was the wrong one. Such a frustrating experience when it seems like everywhere else on earth they have that whole bus schedule and information thing figured out. It’s not the only confusing or difficult travel experience we’ve had in Germany and our guess is that it’s not the last.

OK, eventually we get to Prague, and when you see the beauty of the city all the bus frustration is forgotten if not forgiven. We’d been to Prague once before, at Christmas time in 2003, but ever since I’ve been eager to see it in the summer, when you can spend more than 20 minutes outside without starting to freeze. It fully lived up to my hopes, though the pictures we have somehow don’t do the city justice.

A summer afternoon on the Vltava River with Prague's beautiful buildings in the background

A summer afternoon on the Vltava River with Prague’s beautiful buildings in the background

Prague has a grand history, having been the capital of Bohemia for centuries and twice the seat of the Holy Roman Emperor. It was in the Prague Castle in 1618 that Protestants, fearing the loss of their religious liberty, threw a few Catholic ruling types out of a window, thus setting off the Thirty Years War and giving us the word “defenestration.” Add to that Prague’s role in challenging Soviet domination – the ill-fated Prague Spring of 1968 and the Velvet Revolution of 1989 – and the city’s subsequent embrace of the West, and you end up with a city that deservedly is one of the worlds great tourist destinations. There’s even a great cocktail bar there, so you know it has to be good.

Unlike too many cities in Western and Central Europe, Prague was mostly spared from the bombs of World War II and thus retains stunning architecture, seemingly dropped everywhere in and around the Old Town. We toured the old palace area, saw some great churches, and enjoyed lazy afternoons at cafés in the warm summer sun.

A view of the city from the Prague Castle. It was very near this spot that the Catholics were defenestrated though, to the surprise of everyone - a miracle according to some - they survived with little more than a few scratches. The same could not be said for the many victims of the Thirty Years War.

A view of the city from the Prague Castle. It was very near this spot that the Catholics were defenestrated though, to the surprise of everyone – a miracle according to some – they survived with little more than a few scratches. The same could not be said for the many victims of the Thirty Years War.

One morning we hiked up to the National Museum, a huge, grand building at the top of Wenceslas Square. Supposed to be a good museum. Well, the building was completely closed for some massive renovation. Across the street, though, was a modern building that is a wing of the national museum so we figured it would have at least some of the collection. Not so. Instead it had three bizarre exhibits, the only one worth even mentioning was about … death. One section about suicide, including displays on some of the great suicides of history – Cleopatra, Ernest Hemingway, Kurt Cobane, Virginia Wolff, Joseph Goebbels. Personally, I was disappointed Judy Garland didn’t make the list. Then there was the section on capital punishment and the various means by which people have been executed over the years including beheadings, impaling, hanging, burying alive, quartering, and boiling. The exhibit was not recommended for those under the age of 16 or something like that. Strange.

Mark posing in the National Museum's exhibit on Death

Mark posing in the National Museum’s exhibit on Death

All in all a grand four-day stop. I’m already looking forward to coming back when we have a little more time.

This was a rest stop on the Czech side of the German-Czech border. I knew I'd like a country that has a big liquor section at the highway rest stop.

This was a rest stop on the Czech side of the German-Czech border. I knew I’d like a country that has a big liquor section at the highway rest stop.

More Charles Bridge views in the early evening

More Charles Bridge views in the early evening

Beautiful stained glass in St. Vitus Cathedral, one of the highlights in the Prague Castle complex

Beautiful stained glass in St. Vitus Cathedral, one of the highlights in the Prague Castle complex

St. Vitus boiling in a cauldron of oil, a small panel on a door in St. Vitus Cathedral

St. Vitus boiling in a cauldron of oil, a small panel on a door in St. Vitus Cathedral

On our first night in Prague we somehow ended up in an Irish bar. Good cheap food, fun live music and we had a great time. I mean, who wouldn't in an Irish bar with a Sullivan?

On our first night in Prague we somehow ended up in an Irish bar. Good cheap food, fun live music and we had a great time. I mean, who wouldn’t in an Irish bar with a Sullivan?

On one of our hikes through the city we went through a big park that included this vineyard. Based on our experience, though, Czech wine is worth avoiding.

On one of our hikes through the city we went through a big park that included this vineyard. Based on our experience, though, Czech wine is worth avoiding.

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One of the things the world has gotten right over the last few decades is traffic signs that you can understand no matter what your language is. This sign is a big fail though - we saw it in several places and could never figure out what the hell it meant.

One of the things the world has gotten right over the last few decades is traffic signs that you can understand no matter what your language is. This sign is a big fail though – we saw it in several places and could never figure out what the hell it meant.

The only thing we were sure of was that this was the opposite

The only thing we were sure of was that this was the opposite

The lovely Frauenkirche overlooks the main market square in Nuremberg

The lovely Frauenkirche overlooks the main market square in Nuremberg

Nuremberg is the second largest city in Bavaria and the largest in the region of Franconia. It is a lovely German town with an outsized and ugly history on the world stage.

In the late 1920s and early 1930s, the region provided the strongest base of support for Adolf Hitler’s rising National Socialist Party. Given Nuremberg’s strong historical connections to the Holy Roman Empire and its geographic position in the center of (then) Germany, Hitler chose the city as the site for huge Nazi Party conventions in 1927, 1929, and annually from 1933 to 1938.

To show off the might of his party and his nation, Hitler commissioned a massive complex of parade grounds and monumental architecture just outside the city center. The best and brightest soldiers from across the country were rewarded with trips to Nuremberg to march in massive rallies here in front of the Führer. These rallies are the iconic images of a defiant and hugely militaristic Nazi Germany.

The crowd looks toward the Führer's box at the center of the insanity at the Nuremberg Parade Ground

The crowd looks toward the Führer’s box at the center of the insanity at the Nuremberg Parade Ground

Jim stands in the Führer's box in what is left of the Nuremberg Parade Grounds

Jim stands in the Führer’s box in what is left of the Nuremberg Parade Grounds

During our visit we noticed something else quite peculiar about Nuremberg — an unusually strong presence of Christian proselytizing. Everywhere we looked little groups of people were pressing hands against each other’s shoulders and praying conspicuously. Or standing next to banners about the bible and handing out leaflets. Or strumming guitars and singing those really bad songs about how awesome God is.

We kept asking each other, “What on earth is going on here?” We eventually learned that Nuremberg that weekend was hosting a huge international Christian concert of some sort. Eager evangelicals had flocked to town from all over Europe to talk Christian talk, listen to those bad songs, and inundate the town with their sunny Christian demeanors. For us it was a truly bizarre juxtaposition with the history of mass brain washing already on display here.

After World War II came to an end, Allied troops chose Nuremberg as a fitting venue to prosecute leading Nazi war criminals. In the first and most famous round of the Nuremberg Trials, 24 leading Nazis were tried. A few were acquitted, several were given prison sentences, and 12 were sentenced to death by hanging. Of the 12 sentenced to death on October 15, 1946, only Hermann Göring escaped the hangman by taking a secret stash of cyanide that night. The other 11 went to the gallows the next day.

The unremarkable entrance to Courtroom 600 at the Nuremberg Palace of Justice

The unremarkable entrance to Courtroom 600 at the Nuremberg Palace of Justice

The Nuremberg Palace of Justice today looks just like it did then. After visiting a lengthy exhibit about the trials, you can then visit Courtroom 600, which also looks exactly like it did the day those trials took place. And somehow the history feels even more real because it’s not just a museum, it’s a real courthouse. And real trials of real criminals still take place in Courtroom 600 today. Walking into that courtroom felt a lot like walking into the one in Monroe County, Michigan where my uncle used to preside — except you could instantly recognize the very spot where Hermann Göring sat day after day. That place really made history come alive for me.

Courtroom 600. In the newsreels of the Nuremberg trials, you see the defendants escorted each day through the little wooden paneled door on the far left and then seated in that box, with Göring in the leftmost corner.

Courtroom 600. In the newsreels of the Nuremberg trials, you see the defendants escorted each day through the little wooden paneled door on the far left and then seated in that box, with Göring in the leftmost corner.

The Congress Hall at the Nuremberg parade ground was never quite finished

The Congress Hall at the Nuremberg parade ground was never quite finished

While exploring Nuremberg we stumbled upon these musicians practicing in St. Sebaldus Church. It was wonderful to sit and listen. Even better, because it was just practice, it was free, and we could just get up and leave whenever we felt like it -- my ideal kind of entertainment.

While exploring Nuremberg we stumbled upon these musicians practicing in St. Sebaldus Church. It was wonderful to sit and listen. Even better, because it was just practice, it was free, and we could just get up and leave whenever we felt like it — my ideal kind of entertainment.

Beer, check. Sausages, check. Sauerkraut, check. Life is good in Germany.

Beer, check. Sausages, check. Sauerkraut, check. Life is good in Germany.