Scary gargoyles attached to the Neues Rathaus at the Marienplatz. According to Harriet, the effervescent New Zealander who led my Munich City Tour, the Glockenspiel at the Marienplatz is regularly voted one of the most overrated sights in all of Europe. I can’t imagine why; it’s so dreadfully exciting when the two figures on horseback pass each other by and one leans back to signify his defeat in the jousting battle.
And lo! A beam of sunlight fell upon my upturned face and kookaburras were laughing and I was home. Or, you know, not.
Now this is what I call a victory pose. (Shoulders back! Chest out! And swivel those hips!) I also like how his lady seems to be a little bored with his self-importance. This is at the Feldherrnhalle, by the way.
I have never seen anything like these glazed meat snacks before in my life. Am I right in thinking they are 70s-ish? So tremendously unappealing to me, but most of the trays were half-empty, so someone must like them! At the Alois Dallmayr.
At least the same counter was selling slices of cake and crème caramel. Oh wait, no, sorry, these are meat paste products too. Fiddlesticks.
Das Neues Rathaus again, with a rather more modern Vodafone store to our left.
My saving comestible grace in Munich was rye bread, as it was one of the only things I could taste. Sadly the peanut butter was beyond the reach of my tastebuds, but I do like my classy mc-classter use of my crossword book as a plate. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T.
Don’t judge me. I just wanted to taste something. This was a spectacular fail, though, as aside from the sourness of rye bread the only thing I could taste was sugar. So eating this was like eating mushy candied vegetables, but in a really bad way. So I gave up. I must say, though, eating an entire packet of sauerkraut a few days later was fantabulous. Glorious vinegar! Now I remember why I used to sip glasses of you as a child!
Hannah. Writer, editor, firm believer in socks, gin, laughter, buttered toast, cheesecake, and semicolons. Currently back in Canberra after two years living in Canada; heart tingling to see what happens next.