Achtung Baby (taking a turn for the Wurst)

To Munich over the weekend for a publishers meeting (no, really!). It’s a very handsome city with lots of fine buildings and parks, and the River Isar running through the middle, though it’s not the time best of year to see anywhere, with the grass a dirty khaki and piles of grubby snow around – this was how Germany always looked when we’d drive through in the winter to and from Greece. But it’s cheerful in the city – Munich taxis are the colour of double cream and everybody’s very jolly. It’s a good hotel with very nice food – and this is Bavaria, so naturally there’s pots of lard on the table (see CuL 2003).

Sadly, I don’t get much time for sightseeing, but here’s some pictures:



The Angel of Peace. Very Wings of Desire, very Rock n Roll photography.


On the edge of the English Garden this tributary of the river was thundering through and over a weir, generating a standing wave which these guys were using to surf while staying in the same spot. As Asterix would say ‘these Germans are crazy’.


The Rathouse. No, I'm not making that gag...


Shakespeare's Juliet, a present to Munich from the city of Verona, with some of her modern equivalents.


These two American lads were enjoying a chat and a beer in the Viktualienmarkt. It's a très relax sort of city...


The Cathedral book shop. Maybe this is why everything in Munich was closed on a Sunday afternoon...