Revisiting old friends

Street musician and audience. Dresden, 2023.

This was our last year living in Europe, at least for this chapter of our lives. Before we left, I wanted to revisit those places that were like old friends, the ones that had resonated with me and called me to return. Dresden was one of those places.

I returned to Dresden in August, the height of the summer in Germany. Each day just after sunrise, I strolled around, soaking up as much of the old city as I could: enjoying the warm sun on the old stones, watching the hustle of the early morning commuters, listening to the staccato flapping of pigeon wings, and humming along with the tolling church bells.

After breakfast, I spent the warmest part of the day in air conditioned museums, visiting my old friends Rembrandt, Vermeer, and Canaletto and meeting new friends Friedrich, Dix, and Kirchner.

Just before sunset, I went back outside to enjoy the end of the old city’s day: cars honking, people chatting, babies crying, and street musicians playing.

After sunset, I found dinner and then headed back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep. The next morning, I started again.