No trip to Germany would be complete without a trip to the world famous Hofbrauhaus! It was loud. It was wild. It was a rip-roaring good time.
That is until we went upstairs in the private room.
Do you see the first window on your right? Well, that is the area where the National Socialists and a madman held their first meeting.
Yes, the building itself is a beautiful piece of history, but knowing the significance of this room kind of sucked the beauty right out of it. Truthfully? It made me feel sad.
Once outside, we made our way to the bus stop.
Walking the same path that Hitler once walked coming and going to the Hofbrauhaus.
We were being guided by an historian who showed us pictures of the very same places many years ago while Germany was under Nazi control.
We left the city shortly after on a bus bound for Dachau.
It was clear when we arrived at the concentration camp. An introduction was not necessary.
I took just a handful of photos from the exterior and put my camera away.
Because some things are much too sacred, much too painful to be photographed.