Not all those who wander are lost, but I certainly am!
When you arrive you are greeted with a canal which forms sort of a ‘grand mall’ entrance, with streets running on either side. These culminate into a semicircle with a pond in the middle and the palace set in the distance. If you came in via a hop-on-hop-off bus, you’ll be dropped off in this semi circle, greeted, in all likelihood, with a pond full of ducks, geese, seagulls, pigeons and swans.
Welcome to November! Is it just me or has this year gone by super fast? Hopefully the day we can travel as we please again is hurtling towards us at the same speed, but until that time, let me introduce Schlosse Nymphenburg. I’ll be doing a whole month on it’s various buildings and gardens, so this is very much a brief intro to get the whole ‘bring good walking shoes!’ bit out of the way.
Neuschwanstein might, in some minds, be the perfect representation of a medieval castle. It’s large, built on the top of a hill with a spectacular view with forest stretching out for miles around, and it has a decided look of a fairytale about it. One can easily imagine a princess living, sighing wistfully at her window, waiting for her knight in shining armour to return to her. For me, Neuschwanstein was baffling.
It’s easier to say than it looks, I promise. Apparently it’s pronounced something along the lines of Obamagow. As for what it looks like, picture a Grimm fairytale. Something with a dark forest, maybe a young woman with a billowing cloak and hood. There may be creatures in the woods, but in town there is safety and warmth to be had. Surrounded by the Bavarian alps and beautifully deep forest, it looks like a scene pulled straight out of a book.