Munich, Day 3: A Palace, A Museum and a Little Bit of Peru
Miles: 8.09
Hello friends,
Since we ended up staying up a bit past our bedtime last night, we slept in this morning until almost 8:00am!
Once we had been caffeinated and breakfasted, we headed off to the train station to find a way to buy tickets for the tram. This turned out to be a bit of a job, for a variety of reasons (including machines that are out of service not actually sporting any kind of "out of service" message). Eventually, some kind strangers helped us out.
First stop: Nymphenburg Palace, the summer home to former rulers of Bavaria. The biggest surprise when we arrived at the palace was how un-German it felt. The "line" to get tickets was not anything like a line. It was more like a scrum. Same for the entrance. It was weird. But, eventually, we got in, around the same time as several large tour groups. 
Questions of the day:
Why did we not name our daughter Leopoldine? And our son Ludwig? What was that weird guy wearing, with the puffy blouse and the too-short shorts pulled up to his chest and a little white cap off to the side? Do the security guards ever snap in the face of egregiously bad teenage behavior (we actually heard a few security guard heavy sighs)? Why have we not painted large murals on our ceilings?
After the palace, we took a stroll around the grounds. Very Schönbrunn-like. While visiting one of the out-buildings, we came upon the beaver keeper's house. Why did they keep beavers, you ask, so many that it required a "beaver keeper" who needed an on-property residence? It turns out that they considered beaver meat to be akin to fish, which they ate on Fridays during Lent. Really???? Yikes. That's my opinion. Joseph is rethinking his life choices.
Near the end of our visit, we decided to have lunch at the cafe before we left. Unfortunately, it was a little late for lunch (or they had been busier than usual), the only sandwiches they had left was one very sad looking tomato and mozzarella and several liverwurst and pickle on a pretzel. I decided to go with a slice of plum tart. Joseph had the liverwurst. He reports that it was quite good. And, he's still alive.
Then, we made our way back to the main road and found the tram stop. And, off we went to the Alte Pinakothek, the Munich museum devoted to the old masters. Joseph loved it. I decided that I've had enough of the old masters. Grrrr. But, I did enjoy the temporary exhibit "Turner to Van Gogh," which mysteriously included only one Turner, and not a great Turner. But, some great Van Goghs.
After a little snack (more cake!), we headed back to our hotel. After managing to get through a huge pro-Palestine demonstration (yesterday, it was a Jesus revival) unmolested, we ran a couple of errands, made a reservation for dinner at the restaurant in our hotel (South American, emphasis on Peru!), and got cleaned up.
To end our big day, we enjoyed delicious pisco sours, ceviche, Peruvian ribs and carmelized pineapple for dessert.
Tomorrow, we are planning a big hiking day near the Mad Kings Castle.
Tschüss!
Susan
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