Truly nothing can be said that could possibly explain the feeling of walking through the gates of a place like Dachau. There is a certain weight in the air, and a distinct feeling that this place is important. Important for humanity to remember what we did in this place, and important to help us stop this from ever happening again. Many more photos at thisvagabondlens
We arrived in Munich on a very rainy, dreary day. We immediately set out for the famous Hofbrauhaus, known for it’s touristy interpretation of a traditional Bavarian beer hall, and we were not disappointed. Walking through the pouring darkness, across the city from our hotel, we wandered through twisting alleyways and regal courtyards to arrive at our destination. Entering the Hofbrauhaus out of the tumultuous downpour, we were greeted by warmth, the scent of fresh bread, hot wurst and sauerkraut. Long tables seated hundreds of people, a band played traditional Bavarian music, and the place bustled with activity. We managed to find a seat at a table with a group of Australians midway through a bicycle tour of Europe, and enjoyed a feast of grobewurst and roasted potatoes, amidst swapping stories of our travels with our newfound friends.
Unfortunately, the rainy weather did not abate during our time in Munich, and we took far fewer photos here than any other city, until our journey continued in Dachau. However, we did manage to grab a few shots of some of the sights of Munich between bursts of rainfall. Munich is a beautiful city, replete with fine architecture, culture, and a history unique amongst European cities.