Last weekend I went to Leipzig.
It's big and historic and charming, and you get the feeling that if it was in another country, it would be a majorer tourist attraction.
But since Germany is already so sardined with cute cities, it's like 12th on everyone's list.
The list of former residents reads like Germany's greatest hits: Bach! Mendelssohn! Schumann! Kafka! Wagner! Leibniz! Goethe!
The rich history informs current lifestyles. In the malls, all the dollar stores are called Faustian Bargains.
The bike share scheme is called The Ride of the Valkyries.
And the gyms have signs outside that say 'Metamorphosis!' in the imperative form.
OK, those are lies, but people here probably get those references.
Leipzig has the same basic biography as most of Berlin's surrounding cities:
City founded in random location un-near river, lake or major trade route.
City gains reputation through robust university and cultural life.
City significantly bombed in World War II.
City restored to snowglobe status by East German government.
The particulars are where it gets interesting. This is the monument to when Leipzig beat Napoleon in 1813. It's shaped like a middle finger, and the Latin inscription reads 'How's the weather on Elba, punk?'
The statues inside depict sullen teenagers, as a tribute to Germany's youthful soldiers at the time.
Shortly after this was built, Leipzig became famous for cotton production, pastries and Nazi resistance.
And you can still find two of the three here today.
In the '80s, Leipzig was a site of major resistance to the East German regime. Nowadays it's an overstuffed college town, full of students and artists gliding around on bike paths.
Only here they call them Bach lanes.