August 2, 2012

Berlin is good to us.
















Oh look, it's ART. 


I'm in Brooklyn, mind + body consumed by an endless apartment hunt (if you know of somewhere awesome in Brooklyn, <$2,500/month for Sept 1st PLEASE LET ME KNOW*), but pictures take me back to Berlin for the moment.

Berlin is good to us. We're welcomed by family and friends. We find ourselves in light-filled aparments with copious skylights. We stock up on our favorite yogurts (hazelnut, johannesbeer, mango). We cook more than we have in months back at home. We have a handful of favorite restaurants: the falafel place that uses the peanut-y tahini sauce, the man with the outrageous handlebar mustache who makes the Turkish gozleme at the Saturday market on Kollwitzplatz and always gives you an extra flourish of the cucumber yogurt sauce.

We spent a few of our first days there with the nieces -- two little ones now, squatting to eye level, making offerings of stuffed elephants and bears and blocks and books. It's amazing how much the babies sleep, and how long you can spend just staring at them.

We rented bikes, without particular destinations, but ventured out to see Anthony McCall at Hamburger Bahnhof, the Holocaust Memorial, for beautiful waffles at Napoljonska, for cappuccinos and brunch at Cafe Fleury, for digging and rummaging and sorting through boxes and shelves at the Boxhagenerplatz Fleamarket and out to the Freiluftkino (open air cinema) in Kreuzberg on a chilly night to see the Gerhard Richter documentary. More Berlin soon.

1 comment:

  1. what a great blog you have! i just landed here randomly, hi! ^____^
    Delphine.

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