An Hour in Munich!

A bit of a trip down memory lane last week, an hour in Munich where I used to live! My passport expired in June and due to COVID-19, a humongous backlog of applications required me to pop down to Munich (a mere 250 miles away from Bamberg) to pick up an emergency passport. After weeks of telephone calls, not answered emails and tonnes of red tape, my goal was drawing near ...... pick up at the British Consulate in swanky Bogenhausen in Munich; where Boris Becker used to live before all those wives and bankruptcy hit. Running from the Underground (narrow time slot) meant passing Feinkost Käfer, Munich's equivalent to Fortnum & Mason. Long ago in the dim and distant past, I used to push my daughter's pram past this window and gaze at all the exclusive goodies yearningly. Occasionally, I'd pop in and buy, breathing in the aromas of cheeses, coffee and warm bread, it was an Aladdin's cave for gourmets. This is how I remember it .....!

Munich's VIP's (who like to be called the Schickeria) pop in and out to the eateries above and the Käfer tent at the Oktoberfest is always oozing with Bayern Munich players and their WAG's. Having said that, I've also eaten in there and collected their colourful Oktoberfest coffee mugs, alas this year the Schickeria will have to drink their beer and wear their Lederhosen at home. 

Funny isn’t it, all those years ago I'd have loved to sit outside this building sipping champers but didn’t have the money. This time, I had the money but not the time .... and why, because this holy grail was waiting to be collected. A British Emergency Passport and to be honest, my artists soul loves the colour! As for Feinkost Käfer I actually didn’t recognise it, why? You'll see in my next post.