Munich embraces just about every German cliché in the book. Old Bavarians in Lederhosen and shaving-brush hats sing in rustic beerhalls, horsing a hulking great Mass of Hacker-Pschorr and wielding a Weisswurst topped and tailed with mustard. It’s an oompah image unchanged since the long reign of the Wittelsbachs through most of the last millennium. While they rule no more, they left behind a palatial royal seat in Gothic, baroque and rococo styles. But away from cliché and history,...
[Munich guide]