There’s a large public park in the northern part of the city:
It’s called English Garden, and besides young families, nudists, and people walking their dogs, it’s mainly populated by students from the university campus nearby:
One thing about the English Garden that I have never quite managed to figure out was this:
The Chinese Tower. Built and rebuilt ever since the early 20th century, this structure doesn’t seem to resemble anything that I have seen anywhere on Chinese soil. WTF? Could this be some sort of cliché version of what imperialist Europeans would imagine to be Chinese architecture?
Another thing that the English Garden has recently become famous for is this:
The überkool surfer-dudes of the Eisbach:
From what I understand, local authorities have officially been trying to get rid of this rather anarchic display of sportsmanship.
But then the people and the tourists just seem to love it, so…
– speaking of which, I ran into a large group of Chinese tourists on Marienplatz square:
They seemed sooooo busy taking pictures of each other.
The treat of the day:
Topfenstrudel. There’s quark in it, and raisins, it seems sort of like a cheesecake, only much better:
We later ran into one of the rare dudes dressed in traditional wear:
I snapped a tourist pic, because that’s what I am.
A tourist in my own country.