Monday, March 7, 2016

Good times, good friends

We are about to enjoy our last dinner in Munich with our friends Pat and Michael.  It's been a grand time with them and we look forward to our next visits together.  Munich is not quite like John expected:  it's not medieval, it's not old fashioned, it's not terribly quiet, and it has mostly bland architecture.

All that said, we have eaten well and fully explored some of its nooks and crannies.  For instance, last night we headed out to see a new production of "Hair" at the Reithaller Theater.  This theater is currently inhabiting a warehouse while its real theater is being rehabilitated.   No matter, the crowd went wild over the 1968 musical  (that John actually saw that year on Broadway), which was somewhat re-written from the original to make it more current and more acceptable to today's audiences.  It also included a song neither of us had heard "I Love My Hippie Life," which was added to a European tour sometime about twenty years ago and cannot be removed because audiences demand it!  This show still has the brash music and the magnificent dancing.  The songs were in English, the dialogue in German, but, no matter, the intent of the production requires little speech.  At the end of this wonderfully done production, with many curtain calls and two encores, members of the audience ended up dancing on the stage with the cast.

We had enjoyed an earlier dinner at a Japanese noodle shop in the Swabing neighborhood near the theater, so came home to nibbles and bed.  Of course, it is now asparagus season, and if you don't realize it, Munich seems to offer the biggest asparagus we have ever seen.  What a mouthful!

This morning we headed off to a "must-see"-- the concentration camp at Dachau.  Surprisingly it's a 25 or so minute train ride with a short suburban bus trip at the end.  As we watched the groups of German students being escorted on guided tours through the horrid place, we could only think it is so good that this horror of the twentieth century no longer exists.  All the students seemed to be engrossed and quietly listened to their teachers.  One can only hope the lessons sink in. The museum is deep, heavy and ghastly.  

Tomorrow off to Vienna.  


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