Berlin calling, Berlin calling. Lovely little restaurant near the hotel last night. Ottenthal. Austrian cuisine. Apaz. Had a small wiener schnitzel and a bit of apfelstrudel for afters. We had thee stools at the bar which worked very well. My one very small frustration was that when we arrived the chef was doing some spectacular pyrotechnics with a frying pan. I didn’t get my camera out quickly enough to record the event for posteriority. I spent the rest of the time in the restaurant poised ready for the next time he did it but the flippin flambé never came.
Early night and a leisurely breakfast this morning. We had considered visiting the Reichstag building having heard good reports. However the earliest slot they have is Tuesday and in anycase it isn’t worth the effort of trying to get in on the day as you need to be registered with the local rozzers, a process that takes a minimum of three hours. Apaz. It can wait until the next time.
THG is now readying herself to do some retail and I am half thinking of visiting the spa. V shall c. I did bring a book with me – the Dissolution of the Monasteries one. It’s taking me ages to read as it is packed with interesting facts that I have to keep going over again to make sure I’ve understood. Will have forgotten most of it by the time I finish the book but I assume that some of it will stick.
This afternoon we are off to a Camille Pissaro exhibition in Potsdam with @Stefan and Katja (and our Johan). It’s how we roll. In one sense it is wasting time to chill out in the hotel all morning. This is partly driven by the hip (2nd hip hop scheduled for the end of October) but partly by the fact that I seem to remember places by the bars and restaurants rather than the sights. Ok you do need to do the sights, I suppose.
I remember visiting Prague on rugby tour years (decades) ago where we definitely only saw the bars. We even drank the bar dry in the rugby club, a fact of which we were rightly proud. We lost the game about seventy five nil. This was partly because we had all had about six pints each before going on the pitch. Hey…
V cosmopolitan place is Berlin. Just a shame that most of it is modern, for reasons we all understand.
Berlin calling, Berlin calling.