After a short walk in Marienbad's park and dodging showers, we were on our way. Quickly moving dark grey clouds and short downpours made us happy that we weren't on our bikes yet. Then the heavy traffic on the autobahn made us wish we were on our bikes (and quiet roads).
We are now in Görlitz, a city that survived the war without being bombed, but hardly survived the severe neglect during 40 years of socialism.
It has now been magnificently restored - Renaissance, Baroque, Art Nouveau, you name it, all polished to perfection. It's a bit like a museum, some patina will do it good.
There's a lot more than what we got to see on our evening walk.