Unfortunately, MileTex got stuck in FRA, so I had to drink that litre-sized mug alone, albeit amongst hundreds of others...

Not much to warrant the usual Trip Report, I'm afraid. I guess part of the reason was being overcome by more serious experiences in the city, having visited Dachau on a cold, overcast, snowy Friday afternoon and recognizing what it had to say about the history of this region. It is hard to imagine such a thing happening in a quiet suburb of a large city, and not being more isolated in a remote corner of Poland or some other conquered territory out of sight from the locals. But it did happen within sight of Munich. We can't really overlook this reality of an otherwise hospitable city and its residents.