Having a new baby in form of ginger Horrid Henry (no no no, he's not horrid at all, he's a 9-week-old whirlwind of activity and it's a very big question if can refrain from boring you with sweet kitty pictures) dressing up and taking photos has become a secondary matter… Which gives me the chance to go back to my recent Berlin visit. I'm quite aware that the city has become a popular weekend destination (and cheap living place) and I'd love to give you some insider tips, but having grown up in the 'old Berlin' where one couldn't get lost - no matter how drunk - because at some point you would always bump against a wall and which gave me immediate street cred with the rest of German teenagers because I lived in a dark, mysterious cold war city with no curfew, I never adapted to the new, stylish, international place Berlin has become, and still have to take out a map as soon as I cross over to what used to be the walled-off East. Which makes me pretty much a tourist myself. So at arrival friends and family have to update my dinosaur brain... Apparently the next big thing is spending your nights in a caravan B&B called Hüttenpaläste; my sister showed me The Corner (where I stroked Alaia dresses and rummaged through heaps of designer bags), and our new favourite hang-out is Jäger & Sammler in Schöneberg – which has good food and wine and is (probably to their detriment) very much off the tourist path.
pergamon museum & café, jäger & sammler; photo in 1st pic: will mcbride 'eating popcorn at the wannsee' west berlin, 1959