Dresden.

Alright, so it's been a long time coming but I am going to start on my cities blog posts. I am starting in the middle and going to jump around for sake of pictures and keeping it lively, so I am starting with Dresden, a city in Germany that was 89% destroyed during the allied bombing (my grandpa being one of the main bombers of the city).  It was the first city we visited after I bought my camera so there are a lot of photos, some good and some bad but I put my favorites up here. To the left is a photo of the old photo booths left in Germany. They took pictures and printed them out five minutes later. We did three in total which I might scan and post on facebook later. Julie and I arrived in Dresden on a Friday night from Prague and we went exploring. We stayed in the "New Town" which was actually older than old town due to the bombing of the city center. We stayed in a hostel that was cheaper than the rest we had stayed at and considerably safer and cooler. The walls were painted blue and had any type of sci-fi space film poster you can imagine. Continue to each picture to hear more.

For dinner Julie and I got really cheap vegan burgers across from the  hostel. 

Dresden was a nice mix of new and old buildings and really nice clouds. 

There was a square surrounded by art galleries and really beautiful buildings. These pipes  actually had water going down the sides of the building and then pumped out onto the courtyard below.

We had a lot of apples and applejuice.

More street art.

Julie and her favorite Radler. Half beer and half lemonade.

Beer gardens are the best.

 The night we arrived we met up with my good friend Gaby who brought an appropriate amount of British to our little party and we stumbled upon a traveling circus type deal that really is quite difficult to describe without getting literary and really descriptive. We entered through a garden and above our heads were these foams chandeliers that were there for the festival that lit up as the sun got lower. On the side of a fence leaned a great sign with all of the performances of the day and below a ticket booth and a trailer selling beer. After looking around and seeing all of the side acts that tried to get you to come into their booths we decided on an Israeli dramatic performance because it was the only one that wasn't in German and anyone could see. It was a very dramatic performance in a dark room. As we entered a man was already in character sawing at a small piece of wood and standing in the middle of a shallow pool that covered the floor and was filled to his ankles with muddy water that shined when the light moved around. Every action he took was painful for him, and three times different women came out and did a dance that reflected on life's mortatlity. One woman came out of a large blow up head and did a violent dance, the next came out of the water and had a baby doll on her hand (which gave everyone chills) and the third came out over our heads and danced on top of a white sheet the shook rapidly.

Extremely weird. Extremely hard to describe. Extremely hard to understand.

Part of the French Troop of clowns.

There were certain moments that made me wish I could've lugged my DSLR around Europe. Like this traveling perform daddy rocking his child to sleep in a ground hugging baby carriage.

Artsy Exhibits.

Dangerous bikes.

Proud.

Papa's beard.

More Dresden pictures tomorrow.