Just because I mainly go to Berlin to visit family and friends doesn't mean I don't know that it's a popular place to go clubbing. This fact just didn't come to my mind when I booked our flight home for Sunday early morning with Easy Jet. Ahh, let me tell you, little compares with the joys of sharing a flight with people who just about manage to stumble into a plane… (It's actually quite clever - Berlin night life is fun and relatively cheap, budget airlines offer good deals, plus you can save the cost for a hotel room.) The fact that some were so out of it that they were considered 'not fit to fly' and had to be led out of the plane amounted to about an hour extra waiting time. But after sorting this problem we all enjoyed a really quiet (if slightly snoring) flight home to London.
Yeap, Berlin was bitterly cold, but like so many times before I found the city a place where creative spirit can still thrive without immediately being crushed by financial pressures. Rents are still cheap and there are always new independent and interesting cafés, galleries and shops to discover…
It was sitting in one of these charming new cafés in the district of Kreuzberg*, munching a delicious French chocolate cake, sipping cappuccino and watching the manager building a snow man on the side walk that my friend (who is not terribly interested in fashion) asked me: 'Did you hear about the death of this famous English designer? He died in his flat in East London?' 'Alexander McQueen?!?! NO WAY!' It’s still such a shock. Why is it that genius and tragedy are often so closely connected?
And nope, I wasn't in Paris… 'tis the bathroom of said café and I thought the interior so romantic; celebrating the city of love (one wall was covered with a map of Paris) – Just perfect for Valentine's Day!
*Sorry, I can't remember the name of the place, but if anyone wants to know, I'm sure I can find out.