Scary gargoyles attached to the Neues Rathaus at the Marienplatz. According to Harriet, the effervescent New Zealander who led my Munich City Tour, the Glockenspiel at the Marienplatz is regularly voted one of the most overrated sights in all of Europe. I can’t imagine why; it’s so dreadfully exciting when the two figures on horseback pass each other by and one leans back to signify his defeat in the jousting battle.
And lo! A beam of sunlight fell upon my upturned face and kookaburras were laughing and I was home. Or, you know, not.
Now this is what I call a victory pose. (Shoulders back! Chest out! And swivel those hips!) I also like how his lady seems to be a little bored with his self-importance. This is at the Feldherrnhalle, by the way.
I have never seen anything like these glazed meat snacks before in my life. Am I right in thinking they are 70s-ish? So tremendously unappealing to me, but most of the trays were half-empty, so someone must like them! At the Alois Dallmayr.
At least the same counter was selling slices of cake and crème caramel. Oh wait, no, sorry, these are meat paste products too. Fiddlesticks.
Das Neues Rathaus again, with a rather more modern Vodafone store to our left.
My saving comestible grace in Munich was rye bread, as it was one of the only things I could taste. Sadly the peanut butter was beyond the reach of my tastebuds, but I do like my classy mc-classter use of my crossword book as a plate. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T.
Don’t judge me. I just wanted to taste something. This was a spectacular fail, though, as aside from the sourness of rye bread the only thing I could taste was sugar. So eating this was like eating mushy candied vegetables, but in a really bad way. So I gave up. I must say, though, eating an entire packet of sauerkraut a few days later was fantabulous. Glorious vinegar! Now I remember why I used to sip glasses of you as a child!
The sign says the creme caramels are goose liver pate.
Are you casting aspersions on the 70s? Fie on you. And anyhow, I never saw anything like those glazed meaty things in MY 70s. The rest of your post is great though!
I love the captions and obsevations you make that relate to your photos. Brilliant stuff.
But I’ll let you eat all the sauerkraut….
I can’t believe they weren’t deliciously caramel!
Aaah 70s cookery – love it. I remember reading an old cookbook at my Grandma’s house, and it had all these recipes for meat set in aspic. My favourite anecdote from the book was something along the lines – “and because it contains knuckles, you know its good for the family”…
Aspic + knuckle?! Yuk
Hehe I think overseas interpretations of Australia are funny. I remember being in Finland and they were talking about convicts lol. Aww I thought they were creme caramel slices too!
Those meats remind me of Fancy Feast(R).
Thanks for sharing a glimpse of the city with us!
Leave it to the Germans to make meat look like pastry. You should have bought some – I bet the shock between expecting sweet and getting pâté would wake your taste buds right up!
Love the Rathaus. Looks like they’ve cleaned it up since I was last in Munich.
L-Engineer: Ladies and gentlemen… the German speaker
Whisperinggums: You poor, aspic deprived child. And hey, no, I’m all for the 70s. Anything that isn’t the frizzy-perm 80s gets my vote!
Kath: Thank you! Sometimes it’s fun to get the commentary out of my head and down on [virtual] paper…
Emily: I love the matter-of-factness of that sentence! For some reason I can’t help thinking of something like “And because your house is heated with asbestos, you know your family will be safe all winter”
Lorraine: I’m glad I’m not the only one who got tricked! I’ve actually started boasting about my convict heritage in recent years…
Lauren: Well, you stumped me there. To the almighty Google! (Cat food, is it?)
Simply Life: To think, I stumbled outside with no smell or taste, almost no hearing, and an almighty headache, just to bring you news of the European world
Camille: After pinching probably more samples of smoked salmon than was decorous, I felt the need to vacate the store pretty quicksmart. So choosing not to buy any meat paste was a pretty straightforward decision! In what way do you mean cleaned up? Was there a lot of scaffolding when you were there? I hear there’s often lots of scaffolding on these old castle-type buildings…
German sweets look so good! Would love to try some!
Food lover: Oh, I do hope you’re referring to the strawberry cake of the previous post
Although you’re more than welcome to think of aspic and pate as a sweet treat – each to their own! 
Cat food indeed. Marketing includes fluffy blue-eyed white-furred Persian cats on silk cushions dining on the finest gourmet cat cuisine.
LOVE that victory pose. Very camp!
I too use books for plates. But then I also like to fold over corners and write all over cookbooks. Maybe I’m just not a very good person?
I mean literally. I remember it being much darker in color, which probably means that at some point in the intervening years, it was covered with scaffolding.
Lauren: I tried cat food once, with my brother. We thought it smelt good. Sometime, we weren’t the cleverest of children.
Laura: I don’t think he realises how close he is to losing his masculine modesty.
Camille: I’ve never really thought of ancient buildings being cleaned, but you’re right, they must be! What with all the birds, and storms, and general debris…
This is making me miss Munich so much. I remember my first one litre beer after over 20 hours of flying and transit!
Penny: Gosh, I wish that had been my post-flight experience! Instead, I got to spend a night with my head tilted back at crazy angles desperately hoping my brain wouldn’t melt from ear pressure. But if my photos bring up happy memories for you, then it was worth it