Let me begin by saying that several times today, Sara would turn to everyone and exclaim of Tania “I can’t believe you are here in Munich!”
After a lovely breakfast buffet, we headed out on the U-Bahn (subway) and transfered (with the help of some locals flagged down by Tania) to an aboveground rail tram — another city with an efficient, clean, and comprehensive mass transit system. We were on and off all day. Why can’t we in Ottawa get our act together in terms of mass transit?
This got us started at the Museum Brandhorst, a modern art museum with a 1 € admission on Sundays. Again, the boys did better than I was expecting, especially with the help of the audio-guides. They have an extensive collection of Andy Warhol, an artist that the boys were introduced to in their 4Cats art classes. Michael couldn’t find any Campbell soup cans, but there was lots of other nice pieces, including several Hammer and Sickle silkscreens. Again and again on this trip, we comment on the value of reading “Asterix and Obelix” comics to the kids, in this case so that the kids are well aware of what a sickle is (the druid, Getafix (Panoramix en francais) uses one all the time). Other times it is an obelisk, a centurion, roman numerals, gladiator, milestones, a “circus”, etc.
After the museum, we hopped back on the U-Bahn to Marienplatz, the historical main square in Munich for a look about, lunch and the climb up St. Peter’s tower (300 and some odd steps). It was pretty rainy and dreary at this point, but still enjoyable.
From there we did more walking, finishing the sightseeing for the day at Assam’s Church. This is an over-the-top Rococo extravaganza that was privately built by the Assam brothers in the early 1700’s. They were builders who specialized in churches, and this was a showpiece for their work (their office was next door). Rococo is particularily fiddly and ornate, but this place was ridiculously over the top.
Dinner was a classic biergarden experience at one of Munich’s oldest establishments, Hofbräuhaus. Traditionally the biergardens have been places where groups would meet to talk and discuss. Hitler made one of his original speeches to the public here. We sat in an upper indoor section, both as it was raining and far, far less boisterous. It is a strange mix of super touristy and full of locals. Very strange to see tables of Japanese tourists with 1L glasses of beer, mixing it up with the locals singing German drinking songs (I suppose that is what they were). The kids were only just able to drag themselves home at 10pm and flop onto the bed.
All of today’s photos.