Some pictures from my stay in Munich the other week.
The Church of the Trinity on Pacellistraẞe:
Marienplatz, in the city centre:
A beer (Augustiner Dunkel), sitting outside the Tattenbach pub on Tattenbachstraẞe. I was trying to draw the reflection of the sketchbook (and my hand on it) in the beer glass, but my skill was not quite sufficient:
I visited friends in Germany the other week – Munich and Würzburg. Two sketches from the latter:
Looking down Domstraße towards the Rathaus tower:
A corner of the Bischofshaus:
The old Residenz of the Prince-Bishops of Würzburg.
The Stift Haug church, Würzburg.
During my time in Germany, I had occasion to visit a Slovak friend working in Regensburg (he speaks extremely good German, and is teaching the language to various young refugees and other foreigners who need to get to A2 level in a hurry so they can get some German education.)
The inside of the train looked like this.
Regensburg is full of interesting buildings. I got out of the train station on the wrong side and saw this:
The cathedral was large and gothic. Last week there was a protest – some refugees were camping out there and refusing to be moved because Germany had decided to send them away from the peace and beauty of Bavaria to somewhere more brutal, less human, less prosperous – I can’t remember where but it was in north Germany. What they’ll do if Germany decides to send any of them back to Afghanistan, I dread to think.
Some bits of buildings.
The Jewish cultural centre.
I don’t know what this building is. Probably something important but I forgot to check on the map.
‘..also called, in the vernacular, “Wirtzipurgk,”‘ the city where Röntgen discovered x-rays and where I did my PhD. I recently had the opportunity to visit without paying (much) in the way of travel costs, so spent a week visiting old friends and looking at the scenery.
The Ratskeller, next to the Rathaus:
The Festung Marienberg:
The cathedral of St. Kilian, built on the location where that Irishman (and two others, St. Coloman and St. Totnan) were sort-of-martyred-(depending-on-how-you-look-at-it) in the 7th century:
The Neumunster, where the skulls of said Irishmen, brown with age, are kept, and then paraded round the city once a year – the view was obscured by another building (which is drawn faintly and sketchily in front); it was hard to get a good angle: