Museum Fünf Kontinente (The Museum of Five Continents)
The weather gods were not with us. It had been raining since early morning. By the time we were ready, it was almost 11:30 AM. We ventured out in the drizzle. Rupanjan, our host, had left to attend a group project discussion followed by a choir performance at an orphanage. His schedule, as a student living and studying in a foreign country, was very packed.
Partho and I went to a museum that is not visited by the common tourist—Museum of Five Continents . On Sundays the entry price is only one Euro per person. There were many interesting exhibits there and kept both of us occupied for hours. For some of the exhibit rooms, the boards were bilingual (German and English), for some, there were laminated booklets in English, and for the rest, I had to use Google Translate to make good use of the info-boards.
Partho mentioned that he had developed and interest in the Inca civilisation of late. He was looking for Quipus  which the museum did not have (at least on display). I was personally intrigued by the Myanmar exhibit spanning 12 rooms.
Partho made me drink the hot chocolate served at “max2”, a cafe bar inside the museum. I am not a big fan of hot chocolate but I must admit that I liked the drink.
Back at Marienplatz
Later, we made our way towards Marienplatz. It was a really long walk. I really enjoyed the old buildings and the architecture. It is hard to believe that most were reconstructions and renovations since Munich was badly destroyed during WWII.
We even entered the Toy Museum and St. Peter’s Church. However, we decided to abandon our attempts as the former was about to close and the later did not have enough light inside to enjoy the sculptures and paintings. We would be visiting them tomorrow.
Instead, we walked around the plaza. I was personally very intrigued by a cello player basking with a basic piano backing track. He had an excellent projection and intonation. We stood for his rendition of Despacito  and Only Time .
Partho, the cook
While returning, Partho bought some eggs and chicken for cooking at Rupanjan’s hostel. It was quite an elaborate thing for a hostel kitchen.