It was almost indiscernible, but the Englischer Garten gave it away. Munich was changing.
Midday still turned tourists and locals alike into sticky-skinned creatures trying to avoid embarrassing sweaty contact on the subway.
But on occasion the temperature in the late evenings had dipped such that a shawl or, heaven forbid, a cardigan was called for.
Nonetheless, during the dog days of summer, I couldn’t believe that seasons could turn as they have been doing for the past few millennia.
The fallacy revealed itself, however, during a Sunday afternoon jog through the woods of Munich’s largest public park, the Englischer Garten.
Leaves were falling.
Autumn in Munich
At first, I did a double take, worried that some blight had affected the stretch of horse chestnuts, which were strewing their leaves in front of my 11-minute mile.
Instead of the disfiguration of the Shakespearean-sounding blotch and bleeding canker, the brown markings seemed to be the normal stigmata of decidual drop. Autumn was coming to Germany.
I panicked. There was still so much to do!
Season-induced FOMO (fear of missing out) pushed up my heart rate and I raced back home faster than my personal best to plan my last week of holiday in Munich.
Museums could wait until the rainy weekends of the winter months. I needed to make full use of the sunshine and outdoors of Munich.
One name intersected the Venn diagram beautifully – Schloss Nymphenburg, known in English as Nymphenburg Palace.
Where better to spend the last warm days of the season than the summer residence of Bavaria’s historic Wittelsbach line?
With its own tram stop a mere 25 minutes from the city centre, I found myself at the palace quickly.
There was a mere five kilometers between the country estate, Schloss Nymphenburg, and the main royal residence in Munich (whose name incidentally adheres to the stereotype of German efficiency by being called the Residenz).
For all its physical proximity, approaching Schloss Nymphenburg from the tree-lined canal, one could mistakenly think the tram had travelled much further to a different country perhaps, or even a different era altogether.
Such pomp and grandeur is rarely seen these days. For one thing, cities do not have the space to construct wide edifices. For the most part, we build up, not along.
With the palace seeming to stretch across the horizon, I struggled to sweep the entirety of the facade into the obligatory panorama shot.
Instead, I chopped the length of French Baroque architecture into a series of disjointed snaps, thereby losing the full impact of its grandeur and symmetry in the name of amateur photography.
Even on the small digital viewfinder of my camera, the sumptuous design shone through.
The immaculate white buildings gleamed off the display, the contrast heightened by the rosy triangular rooves of the pavilions.
Nymphenburg was more idealized than my childhood imaginings of the perfect dollhouse. However, this was no dollhouse, this was someone’s 490-acre palace.
Or had been.
As I began the tour of the main building, my initial awe at the frescoes and furnishings wore off to something I did not expect to feel amongst such opulence. I felt pity.
Nymphenburg was impressive, but it was also empty. For all its grand history, the great rooms were uninhabited, devoid of its former royal occupants and their associated events.
Even on a sunny afternoon, the inner chambers had only a few lethargic tourists circulating, attention split between the last possessions of a royal dynasty and the prospect of ice cream after the tour.
Bavarian Royal Past
Navigating my way around the floor plan, I hastily took in the features of the former royal apartments.
Here was a room in which the Queen Consort of Bavaria once received guests and there was the room that the Swan King, Ludwig II, was born in.
Bereft of the full furnishings of those times, the momentous events seemed abstract concepts to me. I contented myself by looking at the pretty wallpaper instead.
Finishing my tour of the main building, I decided to fulfil my cultural duty and postpone my stroll through the manicured gardens until after a walk through the Marstallmuseum, a side wing of the palace filled with royal equipage.
I saw it more as an obligation rather than a pleasure, seeing as I had little interest in carriages, but as soon as I stepped into the dim passages of the museum, I was forced to change my view.
Here, objects from fairytales were manifested. Stretching down the entire length of the converted stables were giant baubles of splendour and gold. There was so much gold.
I had never seen a royal carriage before, shunning the crowds of U.K. royal pageants in favour of viewing the spectacle with a cup of tea in front of the telly.
Even if I had gone to Harry and Meghan’s procession through Windsor earlier this year, I doubt their carriage could match the outrageous gilt of the Wittelsbach’s.
It was glittering, insane indulgence of a like not seen since the days of absolute European monarchism.
And those days were over.
Now all that remains of Holy Roman Emperor Charles Albert’s Coronation are a few incredible relics scattered in museums and private collections.
Which when pieced together can only allude to the grandeur of the 1741 occasion.
Every night, Schloss Nymphenburg closes to visitors and its prestigious rooms are empty. It is a mausoleum to Bavarian history.
As I walked through the Nymphenburg gardens on my way back to the tram, I noticed that the leaves here too had begun to drop. It seemed only fitting.
If You Visit Munich
If you are in Munich for more than a day it is certainly worth investing in a three-day Tageskarte for public transport.
You can then hop on and off any form of public transport within the inner ring. That includes the tram ride up to the nearby Schloss Nymphenburg.
It is also worth investing in a seasonal card if you will be around in Bavaria for a while and/or want to see more than one castle and/or have a partner or family.
Depending on your specific combination of the above, you can make great savings on visiting a number of popular sights including Schloss Nymphenburg, the Residenz and Schloss Neuschwanstein (aka the original Disney castle).
Bavarian Tourism Office
Visit https://www.schloesser.bayern.de/deutsch/schloss/objekte/jahresk.htm for details.
Author Bio: Freelance writer Himmi Kari has written for a number of online publications on topics ranging from the latest medical news to theatre reviews. She was also a shortlisted finalist for the 2017 Travelex “Next Great Travel Writer” competition. She is currently based in Munich, Germany and is working on her first novel.