- A Curious Dish. - "A Feeling of Sadness Comes O'er Me." -
The German Cigar. - The Handsomest Match in Europe. - "How Easy 'tis
for Friends to Drift Apart," especially in a place like Munich
Railway Station. - The Victim of Fate. - A Faithful Bradshaw. - Among
the Mountains. - Prince and Pauper. - A Modern Romance. - Arrival at
Oberau. - Wise and Foolish Pilgrims. - An Interesting Drive. - Ettal
and its Monastery. - We Reach the Goal of our Pilgrimage.
At one o'clock we turned into a restaurant for dinner. The Germans
themselves always dine in the middle of the day, and a very
substantial meal they make of it. At the hotels frequented by
tourists table d'hote is, during the season, fixed for about six or
seven, but this is only done to meet the views of foreign customers.
I mention that we had dinner, not because I think that the
information will prove exciting to the reader, but because I wish to
warn my countrymen, travelling in Germany, against undue indulgence
in Liptauer cheese.
I am fond of cheese, and of trying new varieties of cheese; so that
when I looked down the cheese department of the bill of fare, and
came across "liptauer garnit," an article of diet I had never before
heard of, I determined to sample it.
It was not a tempting-looking cheese. It was an unhealthy, sad-
looking cheese. It looked like a cheese that had seen trouble. In
appearance it resembled putty more than anything else.
