I loved all the graffiti around the city. I have no idea what this means so Mr T laughed at me for taking the photo but pffft, whatever!
There are loads of museums in Berlin (about 190 apparently!) but we were on holiday so we didn’t want to spend ALL our time in them. The one that I really wanted to visit was the Neues Museum, which had an amazing Egyptian Museum with the famous sculpture of Nefertiti. We got to the museum early and decided on a little photoshoot in the columns…
Attempt no. 1
Attempt no. 2 Success! When we got into the museum, we decided we needed some refreshment first so we headed to the cafe. Mr T went for a gigantic slab of German cheesecake, which, coupled with his white hot chocolate caused him to look a little green around the gills. I, on the other hand, a sugar connoisseur, mastered my (regular) hot chocolate and cherry cake with ease and aplomb. We don’t actually have many picture from the Museum, and the main thing I wanted to see – Nefertiti – you can’t take pictures of anyway, but let me assure you, if you’re interested in that type of thing, it was really beautiful; and it’s an unusual sculpture in that, yes, she is beautiful, but she also has wrinkles around her eyes and strained tendons in her neck; this is an ageing and possibly stressed woman, and it’s fascinating to see that reflected beautifully in art.
Anyway, back to my incredible pose above. I’m not sure it needs any explaining, but I’d like to draw attention to my posture. Cracking. Ok, so we’d heard about currywurst. Apparently currywurst and Berlin go hand in hand. For the uninitiated it’s essentially a curried hot dog liberally dusted in curry powder and then slathered in curry sauce (which is actually a sort of BBQ sauce and isn’t that spicy at all). It’s definitely not fancy food or sophisticated, and I’m not sure it’s lust-worthy but it certainly filled a nice spot on a cold January morning.
As you can see from below, it was Mr T who first ventured to taste this delicacy.
Another time when I don’t have a picture for you, sorry, but in between stuffing our faces with currywurst and burger, we went to the Palace of Tears. Right next to the Friedrichstrasse train station, it’s a very unassuming modern(ish) looking building and we almost missed it if it hadn’t been for the group of school kids hanging around outside.
Basically, this was the main crossing between East and West Berlin as it was the train station between the two, and as farewells were so dramatic and people tried desperately to get across, they created this building as another ‘remove’ from the actual train station while a small corridor connected them to the station only if they’d passed through customs successfully.
Today it’s a small museum and very interesting. One of the best exhibits was a film reel which showed the same events covered by both the East and West media and they were so different; startlingly different. Another fascinating part was an interview with a former customs officer explaining how they were taught to examine travellers – there were about 15 different parts of the ear to check, and then the eyebrow and so on…Another Collins recommendation now. This time for the best burger in Berlin at Burgermeister. When she told me about the place, I mistakenly thought it was a proper restaurant we were going to so I was a bit confused when we got off the U-Bahn (the Berlin equivalent of the Tube which is cheap and efficient so thumbs up!) and saw this.
At first I thought it was just a takeaway version of the ‘real’ restaurant, but we soon realised it was at the right address so we sort of inched closer and closer while we tried to get our bearings.
After erroneously trying to enter the kitchen, we found our way into the little glass enclosure bit. As you can see, it’s completely covered in stickers, and while it’s not the cosiest place, it’s enough to protect you from the elements so we placed our orders and had a drink while we waited.
Doesn’t this look like the best burger in Berlin? Yes? It was. It really was. It was so juicy and flavoursome. Ommm nom. To be honest, I wasn’t overly impressed with the cheese fries that we got to go alongside, but hey, I still helped eat them all!
I reckon it’ll be heaving in the evenings and especially in summer. And if you think it looks like a public toilet, that’s because it was, but I’d still go back. And it was cheap too. Hallelujah!This is the East Side Gallery. Don’t confuse it with a traditional gallery: it’s all outside so wrap up warm! I have conflicting feelings about it to be honest. Mr T was really looking forward to it (can’t you tell in this picture?…) but was a little disappointed. Basically, when the Wall came down, people were literally tearing it down and suddenly people realised maybe they should preserve some history so they kept this 1.5km stretch and commissioned artists from all over the world to paint it, but only on the East side, not the West (the West had been liberal before, while if you’d even approached the East side you could have been arrested).
All in all, that’s a pretty cool idea, and some really iconic images were created. So all of that happened back in the early 90s. And then luckily for us, about five years or so, the same artists were commissioned to repaint their work to keep it fresh, but, as you might be able to see in this picture (and certainly in the others) the whole Wall is covered in non-commissioned graffiti, and mostly, it’s naff, crap and detracts from the art.Some people argue that the unauthorised graffiti is freedom of expression, which is important considering the strict controls that had been in place, but personally, I felt that it spoiled some great art (call me a prude).
I think the girl is unauthorised, and the signatures clearly are, but while the former looks ok, I hate the latter. Ugh!
So this is one of the most famous painted parts of the Wall. And fortunately people seem to have left it mostly alone, but even then, some idiots (and yes, I do mean idiots) have scrawled love hearts over it. To me, it’s vandalism. As we were walking along the Wall, a taxi drew up and a young guy jumped out with two others, and while the taxi driver sat there laughing, the first guy was photographed by his mates scribbling all over that section.
As Mr T said, I can understand wanting to leave your mark, and Berlin is, after all, considered a graffiti mecca, but for me, it’s still a no-no.
Graffiti aside, I love this photo of us! Inadvertently we even got the glasses right!
Mr T was very proud of this set up…
This was the western back of the Wall, and with all this ‘free’ space to scrawl your name, I thought the ‘official’ side should have been protected more. But enough of my ranting!
So, this is us standing on East and West Berlin, which was cool, but the reason there’s a gap in the Wall right here? O2 built a huge arena to the right of Mr T, and to the left of me there’s the River Spree, and the O2 wanted its big name stars to be able to dock their boats on the river and get straight to the arena without there being a big pesky wall in the way. So they asked the German government to move part of it, and THEY DID!!! Insane.
This is the TV tower in Alexanderplatz. It’s quite tall, and was built by the East Berliners as close to the Wall as they could to prove to the West how superior their engineering and architectural skills were. A few years later they had to secretly smuggle in some Swedish engineers to fix the subsidence…Awkward.
We knew we wanted to revisit the Memorial to the Murdered Jews as we’d only had time to see the monument above ground and not the museum beneath the day before. I’m still glad that we did, but I’m not posting (nor did I take) any photos as it was brutal, as, arguably it should have been.
As Mr T said, it was a memorial to the ‘murdered Jews’ so there weren’t too many happy endings. At one point, I had to take myself off into a corner and have a little cry and compose myself. Part of me felt ashamed to be visibly upset; who am I to cry when I’ve lived such a privileged life, but there was no way I couldn’t be affected, and I wasn’t the only one. So yes, it was tough, but yes, I’m glad we went and I do recommend it.
After we’d finished in there, we hopped over to the Reichstag.The Reichstag, or the government building. Very heavily damaged in the War, Hitler never stepped foot in it when he was in power – the Nazis had set fire to it (allegedly) and blamed the Communists. You can’t see it very well in this but there’s a huge glass dome behind called the Bundestag, and if you book in advance you can climb it. Fortunately for us, they also reserve some tickets for unorganised folks if you queue for half an hour or so in the ticket office over the road.
I was desperate to see the Gate at night as I thought it would be really impressive and I wasn’t wrong!
A very casual Mr T pose.
From avantgarde fancy food the night before to some very traditional German fare at Lutter & Wegner. Known for making the best schnitzel in Berlin, it’s all white tablecloths, fine crockery and dark panelled interior, and like Tausend, not cheap, but also like Tausend, worth it.
We had sparkling strawberry cocktails to start, and then shared the legendary schnitzel (which came with a warm potato salad) and slow roasted duck with red cabbage and some delicious dumpling thingies. Ugh, they were both so good. And afterwards, apple strudel with vanilla sauce. Holy hell, that was amazing too!
We didn’t want to go back to Bar Newton just because we knew it was there and we’d liked it the night before, so searching through the guidebook again, we found Windhorst, and geez was I glad I did. A jazz bar, they were playing records that night, and while Mr T had a beer (very good he assured me but boring as far as I was concerned), I had the most amazing mandarin cocktail. Seriously, it was one of the best cocktails I’ve ever had; exquisite! I was gutted when we tried to go back the next night and it was shut.
One of our better photos together!
Tomorrow I’ll be bringing you more graffiti and more food.