At the market on Saturday;
Berlin has some amazing signage...
Potsdamer Platz. Nothing helps to eradicate the memory of Cold War violence like a giant snow chute apparently.
European underground stations smell like the Imperial War Museum, which is strangely disorientating in Berlin. Belgium is an exception - everything just smells of waffles.
Love the little currywurst sellers, although the concept of currywurst is frankly repulsive. Street hotdogs are bad enough, thanks.
We sat down in a nice spot to eat our strudel. Here is the view from our Strudel perch (strudel perch is an awesome phrase that will from now on refer to any public place where we stop to eat something).
Look, there are tiny little people at the top!