We arrived in Munich Airport, suffering from the usual couldn’t-sleep-on-the-plane jet lag and, really wanting to avoid the Oktoberfest crowd in the city, we headed down toward Schwangau for our first night.¬† In a total Plan B, we decide to stop off at Linderhof Palace: King Ludwig’s monument to total excess.

It wasn’t bad, but I can’t say I loved rooms that had more gold that Ft. Knox competing with the tail feathers from a few zillion peacocks.

The private grotto he constructed as a concert hall really did take the cake, though…