Not many people can claim to be the best in whatever sphere they operate. If they are fortunate to achieve that position, it’s often short lived. Perhaps their ‘purple patch’ ran its course. Maybe someone more capable came along. Or, more than likely, a combination of both.
When it comes to skill sets, the majority of us reside in the average sector. We marvel and admire those who have been dedicated and determined enough to try and become the best at what they do. We are fascinated by those who demonstrate extreme skill. Silently thinking “I could never do that”. Occasionally, we become inspired.
Today we have a 12.20 tour booked at the world famous Meissen porcelain factory and museum. The infrequent bus service from CampingPlatz Rehbocktal gives Scoot an opportunity to scoot us alongside the river Elbe and into town. Plonks us (biker’s terminology) literally opposite, with five minutes to spare. Perfect.
Our tour takes us through five separate studios. Within each, a Meissen expert demonstrates their skill set. They need to be constantly on top of their game. Especially when there can be upwards of twenty or more gobsmacked gawpers. Yet each makes it look so easy. Every piece requires so much hand-work throughout each process. We now appreciate why their products are so valued and so expensive. Each item becomes a unique work of art in its own right. No two exactly identical.
Then we’re left to peruse the two thousand plus pieces on display – some are for sale.
From time to time the factory collaborates with other artists. Creative geniuses from across the globe get to have their fantastic fancies famously fired with cross swords.
The exterior hides the interior’s classical look. In keeping with the majority of traditional pieces on display.
We manage to escape without paying a penny more than our entrance fee. Then go Aldstadt walk-abouting, before Scoot gets us back on camp a little quicker, with help from a heavy drizzle that soon becomes a massive downpour.
Just an egg cup each will do!
That must be because you like soldiers Dave