We arrived back in Munich after a five week visit to California the night before the last Wiesn Tag.
My husband scored a couple of tables in the Armbrustschützenzelt (which, in all honesty, I found to be kind of a ghetto tent, but hey who am I to complain?) so we mosied on over.

My main learning of the evening is that Armburstschütz means crossbow.

This was hanging on the wall of the tent chicken where the endless racks of rotisserie chickens are. Pretty funny.

These days, visiting once or twice is usually enough for me, and I usually don’t stay until the end, but this time, I was able to ride my jet lag until the final final.

Pretty soon the Oktoberfest fairgrounds will look like this, and so will the weather, if we’re lucky. It was hard leaving California.

Posted by:eleanormayrhofer

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