Friedrich the Camp

Took advantage of the sunshine to finally go and have a proper look at Schloss Charlottenberg. My friend and I couldn’t work out which of the many Friedrichs had been Friedrich the Great. We narrowed it down fairly easily to either the gay one or his nasty father (who beheaded his son’s lover and made him watch) but beyond that it was hard to pin him down. That is until we came to the room full of ornamental jewel encrusted snuff boxes, just a sample of the hundreds which Friedrich the Great collected, and then all was klar.