The Dresden files

Due to the lack of new weekly adventures and spare time for job reasons lately, I´ve had a hard time to post here.
Nevertheless, I could find a little gap to write this post earlier today, and want to share with you the continuation of my European tour saga, featuring Dresden and Karlovy Vary in this ocassion.

On the third day of our holiday, we were driven to Germany early in the morning.

As you might know, Dresden is tragically famous as the II WW scenario of a massive raid, killing more than 25.000 people in one night and destroying the entire city together with its historical heritage.
After war, the government eventually decided to rebuild the city as it used to look, so they sent some architects and engineers to Russia, in order to observe and study the original eighteenth century original plans, so they could use them to reproduce as many architectural details as possible.

I can tell you they totaly succeded: the level of preciosity is breathtaking, and this makes Dresden one of the most beautiful cities in the whole country. It was kind of a shock to me when I was explained most of the buildings are not period works, but imitative reshuffle. 

You probably would not guess, unless you are told.

Later that day, we moved to Karlovy Vary in the Czech Republic.

Karlovy is a small town, reasonably well-known for two different reasons: its healthy termal waters, an the huge production of Bohemian cristal.

For three hundred years, the place was a popular pilgrimate center fot rich people looking for a Summer retreat. No need to remark the city hall keeps the amazing watering places running. A walk through the streets easily transports you back in time (and you are already familiar about my love for time trips).

I think I had both, the best and the worst times ever at the same time.

The best as I enjoyed the time traveller experience, and the worst as I craved to buy every single Bohemian glass teaware I glanced at, which was totally out of the question because of the high prices (although I insisted becoming a very childish and moaning parody of myself, scratching the shopwindows while facing an every time-a bit-less-patient boyfriend asking me to stop with all the crying lunacy...)  It is a very bad thing to posess an aristocratic spirit when you have to deal with a tight budget, isn´t it? But well, I am quite used to it, so I try to mantain all the ' I am not a Russian countess ' dramma in the lowest stage if possible (as if I could, The Gentle One sharply observes).

 So tell me darlings, when was the last time you had to resign not to get something you truly liked?