Bonjour, ma famille des Ètats-Unis! I am in Munich and truly loving the very accessible city that it is. Vivi lives about 20 - 25 minutes outside the city but it does truly feel like nothing. Especially when you bring along Lucky and Shape (two American magazines that they don't get). We had a lovely day wandering through the labyrinthine Museum of Modern Art (although, it was called something different, still involving the word modern, but lacking the words museum or art).
We meandered through galleries embodying the cleanest of lines (to be expected in modern architecture), and exemplifying the classic influences at play under a modern regime. While I, personally, find modern art to be less than what you might call uplifting, I found some beautiful paintings that brought the angst and confusion of the painters to life for me.
My german friend who I made on the airplane hasn't contacted me, but I guess that's how it goes sometimes. It's unfortunate, but I guess it doesn't always work that way. Bizarre, only because he added himself to my facebook without any prompting (I didn't even learn his first name, and still haven't). He was kind, and maybe I'll see him someday, but if not, sir, I salute you and wish you the best in your woodworking efforts.
Aside from that, I saw a gorgeously curated modern museum, complete with several probably working cars. I mean, no offense, but some of those cars were bizarre as a concept and just got stranger when executed. I truly appreciate the blood, sweat, and tears that went into the design, but I just don't see the same beauty that others seem to, at least in modern art. I like the German saying, "is this art, or can I throw it away?" - it pretty much covers how I feel about modern art. Which, might actually be the point, since it is a visceral reaction that the art evokes.
After exploring our artistic sides for several hours, we sought out the most touristy of places, but the only one I was instructed to go to: Hofbraühaus. We had weisswurst and beer. As I was instructed to do. It was also quite tasty, as I was informed it would be. We sat for an hour or so absorbing the loveliness of the garden, even despite the heat and touristy quality of the place.
However, we had a lovely day, replete with gazing into a canal on the way to Völksfest. For those of you who don't know, this is basically beerfest. It is complete with traditional Bavarian clothing. I kid you not. It is awesome. In only the most anachronistic of ways. I love it. There was singing of "Sweet Home Alabama" with men in lederhosen, along with raised beer glasses, and an entire singing-along german audience reveling in the beauty of a singing crowd. Anyway, I am exhausted, so I'll be writing a follow up that is less rambling and more actual stories with pictures.
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