Munich

So last weekend my Mum and I wondered off to Munich. The city itself is a typical European hub; orchestral buskers on every corner, a laid-back vibe and winding streets that lead you on an urban safari through shops, restaurants and cocktail bars.

We were there for such a short time that we didn't do much touristy stuff. Instead we spent a lot of time getting lost and wondering around. Our hotel was really close to the main center of the city - the equivalent of Leicester Square as my native hairdresser informed me - and so we spent most of our time here, ducking off the beaten track when we could to less mainstream spots.

The first night we stumbled upon Fedora Bar and Kitchen which served simple pasta dishes alongside goblets of prosecco-infused cocktails. Murals on the wall were punctuated with vintage mirrors that flickered under the glow of candlelight and the small square tables fell under the shadow of a high bar bustling full with chatter and an assortment of cool, well-dressed clientele.

On route to the Glockenbach district - which we failed to find - I stumbled upon this cool shop called Kauf Dich Glucklich. This made me very happy indeed. A tightly edited selection of small urban labels sat next to cult favorites like rainbow-hued New Balance sneaks, Best Coast CD's and quirky gifts. A bit like Urban Outffiters with a much better buy. The till doubled up as a coffee shop and a scattering of cushions at the window provided respite and refueling from the rope-hung rails of clothes.

Our last night (I told you it was a quick trip) was spent eating traditional Bavarian fare at Haxnbauer. We ate pork knuckles - much yummier than it sounds - with creamed potatoes and sauerkraut and finished our trip gloriously with apfelstrudel and ice-cream. So good.

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