
...cute angels

...nice parking

...bookshop
We decided to take a bit of a wonder around Hackescher Markt to check out the scene. My friend and I are terrible with directions and for some reason we are always at the wrong part of a monument, an area, a building etc. The last time I was here it was with the inlaws and we saw plenty of cute arty shops, but this time we didn't see so much of that, I think we must have wandered in a residential area or something because we saw no shops at all.

We had lunch right across the street from where Marcel's parents and I had a coffee last week. We had a fairly German type of lunch due to some strong suggestions from the waiter who was coincidentally also trying to persuade me to have a rhubarb juice. When I flat out refused he made one for me anyway because he was convinced I would love it. He was wrong. Okay, partially wrong. It had a weird after-taste, weird enough for me to not order it again...wait, I never ordered it.
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