Thursday, 12 January 2012
Beer and buildings in Munich.
Munich meant beer hall. And boy did it mean beer hall. Note to Charlie, I don't want to skull a stein, but if you make me I will destroy you. Packed to the rafters with waitresses carrying up to 9 at a time, drinking songs I didn't understand but made noise anyway and beer as far as the eye can see. My kind of place really. I'm writing this 4 days in retrospect so there may not be as much imagination, because I tend to forget things. My day of exploring was snowing and blowing a gale, so it made it that much more fun to get lost. But eventually we found the antiquarium. The museum was closing so we were the only two people in the most incredible room of my life. Beyond that Munich seemed to be the opposite of Prague in that the outside of the buildings wasn't that amazing but the insides, oh my insides. I'm starting to not mind religion so much if these are the types of buildings they create. Although the antiquarium wasn't religious so the effort can be placed elsewhere. I also learned the risks of jumping on a snow covered chair far outweigh the potential benefits
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