beer, pig, Chinese Tower

Upon arrival in Munich Monday afternoon, after a second straight day of long train rides, I headed straight for the Englischer Garten. The sun cooperated, so I recuperated at the giant beer garden around the Chinesischer Turm.

There's lots more to Munich than giant helpings of pig and beer, but neither are the experiences in any way misleading. Just to be sure, Tuesday's lunch on the outskirts of the Viktualienmarkt was another Schweinshax'n. I atoned with lots of walking: from Viktualienmarkt to the Deutsches Museum, through a fairly high percentage of the interior, then by feel (a fairly inefficient route, as it turned out) to the Neue Pinakothek, discovering that it had just closed for the evening, crossing the street to the Alte Pinakothek, wending my way through most of it, and then by feel (again inefficiently) through the streets between the universities until I found a take-out döner for dinner. By day's end, my feet and knees sorely wanted me to know that I'd bitten off a bit more than I ought to have chewed. As though I weren't fully aware!