We made our way to a quieter section of the fest filled with booths selling Dirndls and Lederhosen and traditional cuisine like potatoes, spaetzle, and wurst. Lots of wurst. We found our own table with an umbrella. Good thing too, because it was pouring. *le sigh*
Later we found an Irish bar to watch the Chelsea-Liverpool game. It smelled like home and the bartenders were actual Irish(wo)men. It was odd and strange and wonderful to be in a place where English was the preferred language.
Sorry for the bad pictures. There was just no time (or motivation) what with the weather and the large group to stop and snap good ones. Here's the Biergarten we stood in line for forever:
View from our umbrella-table:
Then the rain started again. It was incredible, like the sky was split in two. People took shelter under whatever little corner they could.
Some people seemed to find it pretty romantic:
After the rain let up briefly, we headed back into the city to watch the Liverpool-Chelsea game:
Then home to dry off. Never has a towel and a mug of tea been quite so good.