I recall someone admitting
that all she remembered
after reading Ulysses
was the bar of lemon soap
that Leopold bought in Sweny's.
I think we even made a pilgrimage
to the corner apothecary on Lincoln Place
where Joycean memorabilia
is on exhibit and on sale
and bought said soap and a pair of vintage gloves
that probably never donned the hands
of either Molly Bloom or Nora Barnacle.
But all of this is by the way
to confess
that after pursuing an engine search on Munich
prior to a visit there
all I remembered was the brown bear of Freising
where my cursor stalled by happy chance
after visiting MarienPlatz Munich City Centre
waylaid, like Saint Corbinian himself
while crossing the Alps on his way to Rome
to visit the Pope,
by the same brown bear
which has now reproduced
and replicated itself all over
the medieval town
in the guise of butcher
baker, candlestick maker et al
reaching even into a google search on Munich
emboldened by its celebrity status
to command a google congregation
obliterating all lore and lowdown on Munich
and bid answer to the question:
What's with all the bears?
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