4.04

The sun comes up purple on the German country-side. The steep red-roofed houses, white, spread wide or clustered around the grassed and muddied fields, wake with the almost silence of a passing train.

Hungry, tired, who are you? Lonely, worn down, at wit's end, what are you capable of?


Munich

A new city, equipped with the small compass I purchased in Brussels, open to exploration...

And what beer! The Hofbrauhaus was nice, and you can't beat a whole liter of fine German beer, but I have to agree with the guidebook, the Augustiner beer garden was nicer. The beer was smaller, but richer, and I got to have a nice conversation with a young couple from Boston, World War II buffs, not to mention a big old German pretzel.