Day 10 Munich!

My morning was actually quite restful, spent some time catching up on-line, looong overdue, and scouted around on-line for additional sights to see. I'd set out around 10 to catch a tour and got terribly turned around in the neighborhood.
It was a nice opportunity for me to get a glimpse of daily life here in the city. Moms dropping the kinder off at schule, commuters riding their bikes through the streets in vast numbers, church bells tolling the hours, people ducking in & out of the train station, dodging trolleys, and darting through the cross walks.

Carl returned home later than expected and had a conference call. He'd sent me out to investigate a speed dating event being hosted by a local group. I'd heard of such things but never ventured out to one, I thought it at least worth looking into. The name of the pub where it was to be hosted was Molly Malone's. I chatted for a bit with an honest-to-goodness Irish barkeep. After a time she let me know that the speed dating event had been cancelled, but since I had time to kill I quizzed her about Ireland and how she had come to be in Munich. I also got a bit of a language lesson from her, both in German and in Gaelic!

When I got back to Carl's place we set out on a wallk through the neighborhood. He filled in with stories of main attractions and a bit of history along the way. We passed through the courtyard outside the royal residence where Hitler delivered his speeches. There was a posh shopping district a short ways beyond that as well as several other large plazas. We ate dinner at an Afgan restaurant and by combination of Carl's translation and the waiter's half-English recommendation I ordered some delicious lamb kabob with rice and spinach. Two sauces were brought to the table, one bright green with a delayed spiciness, while the red had an unexpected tang and little black seeds which we both preferred. I drank black tea flavored with 'Kardamom' which was also quite good.

After dinner we walked to the Hofbrauhaus for beer and dessert. It had begun to rain on the way and I wiped my glasses as we made our way through the boisterous crowd gathered around the entry. The mix of voices had become dinstincly more English and it was apparent that this was a popular tourist spot. We made our way to one of the long, bench-like tables and sat next to a few patrons who sounded Brittish. I'll have to check with Carl on the spelling of the dessert we had, but it was delicious. I found that I actually have a preference for German beer over sparkling water and that 1 pretzel is more than enough for two people!

I will post photos when I have the chance. I left my laptop back in Madrid and will and photos when I return.