Above: popcorn machine at the Pisa airport. For 2 Euros ($2.80 USD) you get a 6 oz cup of fresh popped corn (size of a small cereal bowl).
Although the Munich Airport is much larger, it still required taking a bus from the gate to the plane...I think that was because of the small size of the plane. The above shot is the terminal I arrived at…then I had to cross this large open patio (complete with a beer garden) to another building where the rental cars were located.Above: an office in the plaza. The Munich airport has a spa (with sauna & steam rooms), a 60-seat cinema that shows movies on aviation themes everyday 9:30 to 5, free of charge, three Metropolitan Pharmacies and also offer a behind-the-scenes tours. They have several doctors including an Ophthalmologist, Denist, Physiotheraphy, Praxis für Frauenheilkunde, which translates: Practice for woman medicine.
Above: building on other side of plaza where the rental cars are located. Dogs are allowed in the visitors’ park and they have a doggy-bar (Zamperl-Bar).
Above & Below: Cool hot dog stand, serving a variety of sausages including my current addiction: Currywürste. The plaza area was so inviting that all I could think was, “this is what Los Angeles should have, we’ve got the perfect weather. “
When we got to the Munich hotel I flopped down on the bed exhausted; but, TW wanted to go for a walk…so I forced myself to move. TW had seen a bull in the lobby and want to take a ride…plus he had spotted a bear around the corner.
Half a block away I found this great house...a sign said the Villa was established 1893:
Love the ironwork:
Found the bear:
Then another in a park:
Across from the park was this strange statue…the building said AWD (financial advisory services). Her nipples look like some strange vegetation, her left hand holds a flower and her right hand an egg, with a snake crawling up her arm.
I started walking towards the church steeple…found this interesting handrail down an ally.
And then Tinky Winky hits pay dirt:
The saddled bear of Saint Corbinian's legend is the heraldic symbol of Freising:
Say cheese:
TW was wearing me out…I told him the pink one was the last one; then, we were heading back to the hotel.