Washout? Nearly

The weather forecast, as best as I could see yesterday evening in the middle of a reassuringly good feed at the Augustinerkeller, was not good. So, when the day dawned with plenty of bright sunshine, I knew to make the most of it before the rain came.

And come it did, cutting short a visit to Schloss Nymphenburg, which was quickly replaced by a dash to the tram stop. Fortunately it hasn’t been total misery, but sightseeing has had to take a break. There have been other entertainments on offer, not least the sight of many locals going into football supporter mode.

On the subject of which, one regular visitor to Zelo Street reckons that several of the German team aren’t really German, although their manager is. England get that the other way round.