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Postcards from Travel Near and Far by Jia-Rui

80331, Munich

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All the wurst you can eat at the Viktualienmarkt

Dear ——–,

On my first morning in Munich, I woke up at 5:30 a.m. I was surprised when the coffee counter at the hotel didn’t open until 7 a.m. So this was the second lesson I learned: Munich doesn’t get up early. I dutifully checked work e-mail and picked up a latte on my way out the door for a short walk around town. I started at two magnificent churches – the dominant Frauenkirche and the very baroque St. Peter’s. Though I think most Europeans now are proud of their secularism, so much of their history is tied up with the church. It was clear that they wanted to make these places symbols of power and wealth. By 8:30 a.m., the city was showing signs of life, with bicyclists and cars zipping around on the narrow, curving roads. By that time, a couple of carts had rolled up their covers and a few butcher shops had opened their doors at the Viktualienmarkt, also known as “Munich’s stomach.” Munich was definitely Bryan’s kind of eating town: on proud display were a staggering variety of sausages, several kinds of mustards and white asparagus.

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Author: postmarkhere

I'm a journalist based in Los Angeles who has always said that writing postcards for a living would be a dream job. The posts -- short enough to fit on an actual postcard -- chronicle recent travels near and far. I could blab on about being inspired by epistolary novels, the short poems of Emily Dickinson, and the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" pieces, but I'll just say that I'm aiming to give you a sense of flavor of a place without boring you to death. Wish you were here!

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