It is some 25 years since I started what can be loosely labelled a career in the wonderful city of Munich. A male chambermaid was the unlikely first job at Hotel Sheraton, a position I managed to hold down for an impressive three weeks until I was fired for being friends with a guy who had convinced the management that his pet snake was on the loose in the five-star hotel. 

My fortunes improved gradually and I worked my way up to be a bellboy in the best hotel in town, the Kempinski Vier Jahreszeiten, where my chores included changing Henry Kissinger's ashtray, asking the Rolling Stones to turn the music down and organising hookers for celebrities such as... well, perhaps I should not say.

Twenty-five years have gone by, and I found myself alone in Munich on January 6, 2014, the holiday of Three Kings. My only tasks for the day were to walk around the old haunts, breathe in the Munich air, and clear my head ready for the challenges of the New Year. A walk past my former 5-star employer revealed that it had aged better than me...  

Munich is such a stunning city, and car has been taken to preserve its magic. Examples include the tasteful signage of global brands, in keeping with the original architecture. 

And the churches along the Isar River were magnificent in the unseasonably warm early January sun.  

There were plenty along the banks of the Isar soaking up the rays, where last year there would have been snow.  

Some hardy souls went a little further. I did not stop to see if this chap went for a swim, but it really was warm enough to strip off.  

The timing was perfect. With the holiday, everything was closed, people were on the last day of the holiday, walking and enjoying the Spring weather. Maximilian Strasse, home to the Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten, is also home to many other impressive buildings. 

And it was not just the humans enjoying the weather - the ducks were out in force as well.  

At every turn, a statue, monument, building or place of interest. A quite phenomenal city.  

And no trip to Munich would be complete without a wander through the historic centre - under the impressive Frauenkirche in Munich.  

And wherever I turned, Germans enjoying the sun. It was time to join them. And where better than a cool and refreshing Weissbier or two at the magnificent Odeonsplatz.

Munich - surely the complete city. 

The less glamorous side of being a wine merchant, and why French bridges are too low.