Here we were, innocently walking through the lovely parks of München, when we stumbled on to a site of horror.
First, let me explain how lovely the parks are in München: imagine swatches of Vermont plunked into the big city of your choice. That's it. Minimal fancy layout, just lovely nature. Sure, some canals, bridges, and what-not. But it definitely felt like the country within the city.
And it was at the end of peak foliage season, the city was alive with reds, golds, orange leaves. Stunning.
Stopping along the bridge, I noted to Xavier, "look down there, they are all nude or half-nude."
It required a closer look from the adjoining bridge: yes, keep in mind each bridge has full access to this place.