Munich, it was nice wandering around your streets in search of a late-night kebab snack,
buying fresh strawberries from a colorful street stall to munch on during our afternoon stroll,
eating roast pork suckling and nearly drowning in a liter of Radler at
Hofbräuhaus beer hall,
watching A.'s disappointed face when a piece of chocolate purchased from the fancy little
Confiserie Rottenhöfer did not taste like a Kit Kat bar as he'd hoped,
sitting and writing on the grass at
Hofgarten and listening to classical music and the nearby church bells announce the hours while A. slept in the sun (I can't take this guy anywhere.)
and then walking back in the night to stumble upon a cellist playing "I Dreamed a Dream" from
Les Misérables and stealing kisses against the plaza pillars. He played it so beautifully I probably would've teared up if I weren't so caught up in taking his picture.
Fitting that the last sounds of our Munich journey ended with a song from the French play since soon after that lovely encounter, we hopped on an overnight train (in a sleeper car!) and arrived in Paris this morning!