Dresden, Germany. One of my days off in Germany. Though this city was brought to it’s knees in WWII, the architects of the past, rose from their resting places, unnerved by what had happened to their children, their masterpieces, their memorials. A great new old city was reborn from the blackened scarred piles of rubble and debris. Unfortunately or fortunately these two survived, the German Clone Wars started, and pork pie hat stocks went through the roof, giving way to people motivated to churn out new slapstick comedy touring vaudeville acts around the world in every different culture. Fine by me, I say.

Pork Pies and Matching Short Sleeves - Dresden, Germany