Our Few Hours in Gorlitz

A border city I first learned about via Joseph Rosendo. My wife claims she vaguely remembers crossing the border there years ago. The German side, at least in the Old Town, was sparkling and had tons of Polish pottery for sale. Wasn't super convenient to explore the Polish side, but we did drive through it on our way to Wroclaw. Apparently, the Christian mystic Jakob Boehme once slept here (we saw signs to that effect but had no time to follow up on it).

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