We had a simple meal of cheese cobs for tea last night after a trip to the nearest supermarket.
This short walk reinforced an observation made by my beloved.
In Slovakia & Czechia you'd generally see an English translation next to the local lingo, and people wouldn't expect you to try with their impenetrable language.
But Germany! Take it or leave it - German or nothing! Even the self-service tills in the shop didn't have a language option.
You've got to admire the Germans for standing up to the homogenisation of language!
My German is pretty basic, but I'm really pleased with how well I'm being understood. I did get a tutorial from a waitress at lunchtime in how to pronounce Apfelsaftschorle - go on, I dare you to try!
After a solid night's sleep we had our first expensive breakfast - it was no more than OK but what a view!
Then, it was on with the long distance legs for a day of Culture (capital C).
We started by walking the very long way round to the Zwinger entrance (duh!) and straight into the Art Museum - with an impressive collection of German, Spanish and Dutch works from the 17th and 18th Century.
Onwards!
(And upwards too)
We were struggling to find the entrance to the Scientific Instrument museum (yes, really!) so we climbed up to the roof terrace - this pretty much goes round the entire palace - but they helpfully put a cafe up there (I don't think it is original).
The British (with some help from the Americans) pretty much flattened the Zwinger palace when we bombed Dresden relentlessly in 1945.
The restoration of the palace was started almost immediately after the war by the Soviet Army, and it was 'completed' in 1963, although, like the Forth Bridge, it's never finished.
Underneath the cafe there's the Porcelain Museum.
Say 'Dresden' to a lot of people and they'll think of China, and in particular figurines and pots. Not my thing, to be honest - but this was jaw-dropping!
Porcelain flowers, animals, bells, and yes, pots. Quite astounding.
We had a very quick mooch around the Scientific bits & bobs, but we were - frankly - museumed out.
(look carefully at his mouth)
So we came back to the flat and I watched a bit of the World Tram Driving Championship on YouTube before braving the supermarket again (and NOT getting run over by a Dresden tram!)