Die Malerweg

There are some entries in Augusta’s diary from 1847 that made an unforgettable impression on me as a teenager: “At 5 o’clock in the morning, we started our walk in the loveliest surroundings up to Kuhstall, three hours from Schandau. Through a vaulted gateway, which nature itself has formed, one arrives on a terrace where the view is like the most inviting and, at the […]

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