48 Hours in Meissen, the Porcelain city of Germany
Where are all the tourists ?’, we wondered as we sipped on a lovely glass of the local Müller-Thurgau wine. It’s 11.30am – must be wine o’clock somewhere. Suns beating down on our heads and there’s an eerie pindrop silence in the main square. The only thing that breaks our reverie are the occasional trucks…