A couple days ago , Itook a three - hebdomad holiday through Europewith my mammy . We circled Western Europe and tour 9 rural area in totality ( 10 if you bet the Vatican ) , zipper across channels and cities and countryside , starting in London and ending in Amsterdam . ( Has anyone ever flownoutof Amsterdam ’s airport ? I do n’t cogitate I ’d ever endure through so many security checkpoints in my life . )
In the centre of it all , I landed in Germany . I spent an afternoon roaming the Munich farmers ’ market , but to call Viktualienmarkt merely a “ farmers ’ market ” is underrating it .
Viktualienmarkt is a daily open - melodic phrase food market and second power in the heart of Munich ’s one-time town . It span 240,000 square feet with over 140 stalls and farm stands sell everything from newly disregard flowers to freshly slaughter sum . Everything is fresh sweet unfermented . For a Farmer ’ market fiend , a stop here is a vacation in itself .
I recently came across these pictures again and could feel the hustle and bustle of the market all over again . I really got lost in it , literally , and had to find my path back to my meeting point through the sort Germans who endeavor to give me directions in sign language and Germanglish ( yes , we managed to formulate our own spoken communication over the path of our conversation ) .
Viktualienmarkt is a labyrinth of market marketer and a centralBiergarten . It is the beer garden to end all beer gardens , with seating room for a thousand . If you ’ve never been to a beer garden before ( German - manner beer gardens are popping up all over the US these days , specially at street fairs ) , call back of it as a lively food court of justice . They swear out beer ( of course ) as well as Bavarian forte like brats and kraut .
I really brought over some high mallow and fruit that I recover from the surrounding vendors and sat down in theBiergarten , under the shade of hundred - year - old chestnut tree trees , to lazily revel thebierof the Clarence Day .
Viktualienmarkt is the oldest farmers ’ market in Munich , dating back to 1807 . Its name is educe from the Latinvictualia , or victuals , meaning food or provisions . The dizzying array of stalls is quite a spread for all the weed … the question to ask at this space would be , What can younotfind here ?
Bundles of brightly distort radish ( I ’m presently develop that black variety , Round Black Spanish radish plant ) …
Beautiful fractal of Romanesco Brassica oleracea italica …
deliciously advanced fruit and case full of figs …
Garlic in braids and squash piled eminent …
Tomatoes , cat valium , beans , and thing I ’ve never seen before …
So many different kinds of mushroom !
Meats and cheeses and crates of wine-coloured … ( Is n’t my mom endearing ? She is nearing 60 and still gets false for my sister . )
guileful little thing for the home plate …
And idling in the aisle of these flower stands signify you ’ll come out smelling like a orbit of fragrantblumen .
My meter in Munich was much too short ( as was my time anywhere in Europe on that misstep ) … but it definitely fall in me an mind of place to visit again in more profoundness ! And , it ’s sparked a desire to claver more amazing farmers ’ markets around the world … one can dream !
