Walking to the English Garden.
The Isar River.
The park on a sunny day, wishing I had made room for my frisbee in my bag.
The English Beer Garden seen from across the water;
Lent comes to a close and Munich celebrates!
A change from our familiar street accordion players, but lovely.
The government seat in Bavaria, old and new.
Treble clef fence posts, clever Munich.
Munich is very, very Catholic.
The Germans always understood architectural intimidation quite well. The Bavarian lions.
Inside (a) Cathedral.
The "new" city hall.
Our next day we set off on a pilgrimage to Andechs, a small monastery in the hills outside of Munich, known for its beauty and its beer (a 12% brew, fair warning). We took the S-Bahn to the far reaches of the Munich rails, and in the village of Herrsching began the hour-or-so hike up the hill to the cloister. I felt like Robin Hood.
We had many fellow pilgrims.
Countryside near Andechs.
The monastery in the distance.
A beautiful view from the top.
A beer and a big 'ole Pretzel, how very German.
We rounded out the weekend with a relaxed holiday celebration in a nearby village with Eva's family. She jokes that where she comes from there are more cows than people, and I think, after seeing it, she is probably right--and I felt so at home. We grilled out with her family and friends in their garden, hunted for Easter candy, and then attended a traditional Bavarian Easter Dance. I, unfortunately, have no pictures from this last event. I can say, however, that the Lederhosen/Dirndl stereotype is no stereotype--it exists, but only in Bavaria. It is entirely possible, I have learned, to see a man in traditional leather Lederhosen and a feather cap wandering around beer gardens with a young blonde in Ralph Lauren. I was stunned. Here is google image shot, for those who need a mental picture (no dirndl pictures, unfortunately googling dirndls only invites computer viruses):