and settled down in Munich for life?
No, I have left, and, what's more, I have seen Nuremberg!
I don't think I can make an attempt at description.
It has given me more pleasure than all that I had seen before.
It is all old; it is all rich; it is all history; it is all carving,— carving in brown stone of every pattern and figure.
No fish, flesh, or fowl that is not carved there.
And then those old fellows, who, so to speak, left their lives everywhere about their dear old city,—Albert Durer, Adam Kraft, Veit Stoss, and Peter Vischer too. And yet the Bavarian court resides at Munich, a city on a perfect flat, no beauty in the houses, and the worst climate in the world.
It had been his intention to spend another studious winter in Berlin; but the damp and chilly climate proved so unfavorable to his health, that he was compelled to retreat to Italy, where he enjoyed himself to the utmost.
In no city have I enjoyed so much as in Rome, he writes April 1, 1856, and the partin