Surrounded by Lubeck’s great copper spires, Blue Dove lies opposite elderly ships at the maritime museum.
You wouldn’t be dead for quids! In warm evening sun I sit under Marienkirche’s west front sipping wine and listening to the choir rehearsing a Bach cantata. The majestic brick gothic buildings of Lubeck, much restored after the war, gave this city well-deserved world heritage listing. In the cathedral there is a touching shrine – smashed carillon bells lie on the ground as they fell during Allied bombing in 1942.
Pasha and Tanya have arrived and we are off tomorrow for the next leg of our little jaunt.