München is the German spelling of the city in English we call Munich and it’s an appropriate name since we munched our way though the city today. This morning we drove a little ways to get to a commuter train that we could take into the city. We had to get there by 11:00 to see the glockenspiel in the city square. The clock plays music and the figures move around for close to fifteen minutes. My favorite part was when the gold knight knocked the silver knight off his horse.
After the clock finished we visited the Frauenkirche, Our Lady of Munich. A baby was being baptized in one of the small chapels that flanked the sanctuary and Katie, Tristan, and I watched. After making our way around the whole sanctuary we walked to the Victualmarket. European markets are just amazing. There were fruit sellers, and herb sellers, and mushroom sellers, and cheese sellers, and pretty much any other kind of food seller you could imagine. We had bratwurst, beer, and pretzels at a long table under the trees, a truly Bavarian moment.
After lunch we went to the Deutsch Museum to recreate a moment from Stefan’s childhood. He vividly remembers making a miniature brick at a display in the museum about 30 years ago. Children are no longer permitted to press the buttons on the machine but they did get to see the whole process and they did each get a brick in the end. We also visited exhibits about technical toys, air ships, and glass-making. Each of the urchins bought a glass water dancer to bring home. We also visited the sundial garden on the roof where there was a wonderful view of the city.
After a pit stop for cappuccino for the adults and ice cream for the urchins we decided to visit the Hofbrauhaus, we were in Munich after all. We found a table in the garden and ordered beer and pretzels. I commented that for a family who keeps saying they aren’t hungry for pretzels they sure do keep disappearing fast. These two were gone so fast that Tristan felt like he didn’t get much. So I told him that he could have another if he would go to the pretzel girl himself and ask her in German. Katie went with him but even with Nana’s help they couldn’t find the girl.
He was rather dejected when he returned to the table so I took him into the building to find her. Once we did he went up to her and said Eine Bretzel Bitte, handed her a Euro and marched off back to the table. The girl laughed and I knew by the size of the pretzel that one euro was not enough money. By the time I had settled with her he had made his way back to the table grinning from ear to ear over his accomplishment.
After the Hofbrauhaus we wandered around Munich admiring the architecture, the gardens, and the atmosphere before we got on our train back to the car. We had a late dinner in Brannenburg where there was much discussion about what a puten is. The best explanation has been that it is somewhere between a chicken and a turkey. After dinner we went up the hill to our inn and went to bed.