Happy Fasching, people.
I've had another one of those happy accidents where I've ended up somewhere foreign for one of the big party things. We're in Munich, it's Rose Monday and everyone is in fancy dress and drunk on schapps. The streets are lined with trampled confetti and the beerhalls are full of lecherous drunks dressed as predatory clowns.
Still, Munich good. It's a properly pretty city which seems designed purely as a purveyor of pig and beer - you're going to think I'm exaggerating but the main market actually sells nothing else. It's like it's been designed for my optimum weekend break.
Went to that Black Forest yesterday, to see chateaux and eat gateaux. Saw Neuschwanstein (the castle from the Country House single, britpoppers), that's one of the most picturesque things to see in Germany, right? Unfortunately it was really misty, so could see almost nothing. Rubbish.
Still, beer and pork good.
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