Touristy, I know, but Schloß Neuschwanstein's been on my to-do list for as long as I can remember (which doesn't exactly say much because I'm a very forgetful person). When I was to visit my aunt and uncle in Allgäu, I seized the chance to finally see what I've been dreaming of in years. Driving in the car, I couldn't help but stare out the window -- when I wasn't asleep, that is -- to catch a glimpse of the palace despite the blinding rays of the sun.
When we finally reached our destination, I jumped in excitement, and after our forty-five-minute queue for tickets to the tour, we hiked up to the Swan King's masterpiece.
Though construction stopped only a third of the way, the building was still a marvel. If King Ludwig II had remained alive and the construction never came to a halt, it would have been even grander. Up on the balcony could have stood a chapel and across it the knight's bath and Moorish hall. But unfortunately, those prevailed only in dreams and drafting paper. The castle was thought up by the king, who grew up in the neighbouring castle of Hohenschwangau. This was to be his dedication to his favourite composer Richard Wagner. The walls and carvings were all patterned after his operas, each room displaying his stories in murals.
We weren't permitted to take photos inside the Schloß, but at the end of the tour I found my way out to a balcony where you could see the Alpsee and the village of Schwangau, and on a mountain in its midst: the Schloß Hohenschwangau, or formerly Schwanstein. To the left of my view was the Marienbrücke, which was under renovation at the time. I could have been able to go up there and see the most fantastic view of Neuschwanstein but alas, all paths were blocked off.
Soon enough, we were able to have some lunch and try some Quarktaschen (which was a little sweet for my taste, but then again I was never a sweet tooth to begin with) before wandering along the Alpsee.
What I wish we could have done was see Schloß Hohenschwangau and check out the museum as well. Before coming to the place, I was already a huge fan of King Ludwig II's cousin, Empress Elisabeth of Austria. Sisi and Ludwig II are both such eccentric and interesting characters. Maybe I should just read a book about them? I'll tell you how it goes.
By around five or six in the evening, we headed home. I was in a trance the rest of the day. My, my, my, how wonderful would it be to live in a castle like Neuschwanstein? Poor Ludwig only got to live in it for 172 days before drowning along with his psychiatrist in 1886.
On a lighter note, however, I'll get back to you with more memories from around the country.
Write you soon with postcards from Berlin,
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