My late father entirely approved of the purchase of this camera, as Johann Voigtländer’s company, though originally Viennese, had moved during the political turmoil of 1848 to the German city of Braunschweig, in Lower Saxony, and my father felt a long-standing affection for this city, despite (maybe because of) his having been incarcerated there as a prisoner of war during the closing months of World War II. “Damn good engineers, those Saxons,” he harrumphed, and handed me ten pounds, as I remember, for the camera that set off a lifetime loyalty to 35 mm film and format. Voigtländer lenses made in the late nineteenth century were all constructed to the greatest mathematically determined precision, and were very fast and highly accurate—it remains one of the tragedies of German photography that this pioneering firm had to be wound up in 1972. Cameras and lenses are still made under the Voigtländer name, but under license by a Japanese company.