St Petriekirche by Mariajoy
On a late grey winter afternoon we took the lift up the tower of St Peters Church. The tickets cost 2E each, bought from a very large, dark, sombre man in a cloak and hat, who answered our questions without making eye contact, in a deep slow monotone voice , as he walked away from us. The view from the tower was difficult in the fading light but still just about possible. The fine grill mesh covering them made taking pictures impossible. Apart from that, there was a gale force wind blowing through that chilled us to the bone. And, because my vision was impaired by my big hood, I banged my head on one of the supporting oak beams.
As we departed, the strange large man in the hat and cloak thanked us for our interest, and as we were the last visitors of the day, locked the door behind us.
The new steeple has only recently been replaced after it's removal in former DDR times.