Outside the Spreuerbrucke Lucerne looks like an old world place, almost bucolic, the kind of place where lovers medieval might have met on a warm spring day. But crossing the bridge we welcome tens of historical paintings, placed under the roof, with skeletons and the harvester of souls, reminding travelers that every second spent a moment brings us closer to death.
The bridge to the hut was built in the thirteenth century to connect a group of mills to the mainland. During the early times, the mill workers were allowed to unload from their waste into the river, because they were outside the villages. Continue reading “What to see in Lucerne: Dance of Death Bridge”