We went to Munich. Munich has: our good theatrical friends Kilian and Johanna;
a hollow wooden horse (surely something of this sort has been tried before?);
a friendly plastic prawn (Marian's expression suggests that nothing of this sort has been tried before, and for good reason);
midtown surfers on the Eisbach (there was more than one active surfer; they worked in relays);
intriguing methods of selling insurance (the arrows and labels tell you the cash you will get if you lose that particular chunk / limb / organ);
space-age ice-cream;
two little girls called Lottchen;
and, of course, cuckoo clocks.
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