[Walking towards the Glockenspiel]
[Doing a donut tour by the markets]
["Wild" party-goers at the carnival by the Glockenspiel]
[Confetti covered ground in the town square]
[Olivia frolicking in the snow on the way to the English Gardens]
[Street art by the English Gardens]
[The oh-so-famous Hofbräuhaus am Platzl beer garden]
[The view from atop the Glockenspiel]
[Visitors look at the massive snow covered trees at Dachau concentration camp]
It's hard for it to already be Friday and not to have the feeling that I was in Munich practically ages ago. Somehow, among getting back into the swing of getting up for school, tackling my French classes, and going to the gym, the feeling that vacation never happened seems to be a constant post-break sentiment. Therefore, I've always got my many pictures to rely on to bring back the memories of, well,....last week. (haha)
Of all three cities, Munich was by far the coldest and a lot more tightly packed in it's layout. We were situated what seemed like a long ways away from the "center of town", yet there isn't exactly a center of town as we came to figure out. However, we always seemed to find ourselves back at the Glockenspiel in Marienplatz, whether it was by chance or to watch the ringing of the bells. And plus, there were some delish donut carts located just beside an impromptu concert in the square for carnival, which made everything that much better.
Our trip began on a bit of a somber note, with a trip to Dachau Concentration Camp. Being in Germany and knowing we would probably not have the opportunity again, we thought it was something that we should do amongst all of the other frivolous things traveling brings. We did our tour with a small group + guide that my friend had found online, and the day began at the train station. The closer and closer we got to the camp, the more and more snow I began to see. Rennes being on the north west coast of France, it never gets cold enough to snow, so seeing snow for the first time since last year was somewhat strange. When we arrived at the camp, we began our tour inside at the museum, and then proceeded to walk round in the bitter cold, seeing unthinkable sights (i.e. the gas chambers) that are still hard to believe ever existed.
Despite having had a very solemn morning, we decided to up our spirits with a dinner trip to the famous Hofbräuhaus am Platzl beer garden. Upon entering, we knew that we were in for an experience with tables upon tables full of fellow visitors, all of whom were practically downing the infamous liter beer cups. On our journey to find a table, I passed the blaring band, outfitted in very convincing authentic German outfits. I indulged in some delightful schnitzel as we all smirked at our table mates, who were each basically drinking 1 L cups a minute.
The next day, we decided to check out the English Gardens, and found a lovely park along the way. I'm not sure what it's called, but we found it en route to the Gardens, and it was the cutest place. We saw tons of people running on the snow covered grounds, dogs cavorting in the forest, and even some kids skiing/sledding. After a long walk to the gardens, we pretended to be locals and got some hearty sausage sandwiches. Yum. In general, our time in Munich can be noted by a few things: 1. Donuts, 2. Sausage, and 3. Schnitzel. Aka, heaven.