We went for dinner in a riverside beer garden (with Attila still in search of pork hocks and saurkraut) but my schnitzel was so tough I couldn't even cut it, let alone eat it. Oh well.
After dinner, we strolled across the bridge into the Old Town, though the name is somewhat of a misnomer since Dresden was levelled by Allied bombs in the last days of WWII and has since been rebuilt. Despite its past, Dresden is almost recovered and there are few major scars to show. The constrcution seems to run non-stop with cranes accenting the skyline as far as the eye can see.
We stopped for delicious dessert at the Frauenkirche Cafe while admiring the Frauenkirche... a church that survived the bombing but caught fire and collapsed a few days later. The church was recently rebuilt, using as many of the original stones as possible.
After strolling though the streets and over the bridge, we decided to walk home up the pedestrian street and then though the club district. I have to say, I felt more safe walking through those streets full of Goth kids than I did in most other big cities on our trip. Attila stopped and bought a 80-cent beer at a local corner store, and we headed back to the hotel to sleep amongst the cactii. We both loved Dresden -- it is a nice small town with beautiful sites and a pleasant atmosphere.
When Attila's friend heard that we were going to Germany, he suggested that we visit Dresden. It was a logical stop, being half-way between Prague and Berlin, so we made reservations at a quirky hotel decorated in a Mexican theme. On the advice of both the hotel and Rick Steves, we hopped on the transit to take us down to the river... though we quickly realized that the distance was short enough that we could have walked.