The pic above was the view I had from seat at the pizza place where we ate. I kept expecting an elegant woman in an envening gown to stroll out onto that balcony and survey the city. How I'd like to get a blick of the view from up there.
Paros, complete with a stretch Limo parked in front.
Haidhausen Museum looked lit by this old-timey street lamp.
Maria Pasagne to reveal itself for all to see; sans doorbell and velvet rope.
Rows and rows of Aperol at the ready at Vinaiolo
candles! Candles! CANDLES! were all over this place
And this! This surprise discovery, Chez Fritz. A french brasserie which replaces the appropriately named 'Piu' (as in P.U.) a really mediocre restaurant that didn't deserve this prime spot at Preysingplatz.
The (friendly!) new owners have done a bang-up job fixing it up, with cute outdoor tables and a snazzy interior. It's not cheap (Hauptgangs €25+) but it goes on the list for a special night out. They were standing outside, encouraging us to take a look around and stay. When we commented on the name he explained that's what the French call the Germans; 'Fritz'. Sort of how the American's are called 'Charlie'. Who knew!?!