It withstood all the forces of nature until it was blown up in the last days of the war in 1945. Just one year later it was recovered from the river. Stone for stone. And rebuilt in 1947. Arc for arc. Just as beautiful as 200 years ago.
Once a monkey sat at the northern gate tower of the Old Bridge and held a mirror in front of the people gaping at him. When the bridge and tower were blown up in 1689, the monkey was lost, too. A worthy successor took his place in 1979, next to the bridge gate on the south side.
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