That local spelling is nicer than the ugly English “Munich”; the even uglier airport code is MUC. It’s a rich, shiny, gleaming place.
I was lucky and ended up in an 18th-floor hotel room with a good view out over the city, here seen at sunset.
In the evening, we went to the Paulaner beer restaurant; not having much of a taste for South German beers, I stayed with their Pils, which was fresh and excellent. The cuisine was traditional:
The copper piping behind the bar is very pretty.