Max had to work at the Street Life Festival in the afternoon, so after finishing off the tour in the English Garden, climbing up to the Monopteros monument to enjoy the view and kindly taking a photo of me, he had to leave.
(One of the few decent photos taken of me on this trip since Scotland. It is amazing how bad pictures with an SLR camera can become if taken by a random person on the street who doesn’t know how to use it!)
I stayed on in the park, listening to the three men playing guitar and singing Bob Dylan, Eagel-Eye Cherry and other guitar friendly stuff at the Monopteros for a while, and then I continued down to the sundrenched lawn.
I laid down on the grass next to a group playing Kubb, one of the few traditionally Swedish activites that young people in Sweden still actually enjoy doing. Last year, I saw them selling Kubb in Seattle, marketed as the great Swedish BBQ game, and now it’s found its way to Germany too. A nice thing to export, in my opinion.
I spent my afternoon read the guidebook about Vienna and Budapest, then moving down to the river watching the water flow past. Later, Julius came by with some beers. Julius is a guy I met at a club in Stockholm in this past spring, and through the magic of Facebook we were able to meet up again and he could show me how a proper Sunday afternoon is to be spent in Munich: relaxing in the sun on the grass by the Eisbach, drinking beer and watching the ducks float by.
Katja Malmborg 