Berlin. July 19

This morning we headed out in the rainy weather to find a market, Mauerpark Flohmarkt, that we had been told was worth a visit. We arrived and were immediately faced with an expansive puddle right through the walkway, and this was only one of many miniature lakes across the marketplace. We jumped and dodged and tip-toed through them and actually had a pretty fun time looking at all the different stalls. Eventually we decided to get some falafel and made a mess of ourselves eating it in front of everyone. V v v v  tasty though!

SO WET

Somewhere under here there are falafels

After the market we made our way back to the Jewish Holocaust Memorial as we only walked past on the walking tour the other day, and wanted to experience it properly.
The memorial is made up of lots of concrete blocks, of all different sizes, that fill a city block. The ground between them is hilly and at some points the pillars tower well above you, and in others you can look out across them all. There is no written explanation for the thoughts behind the memorial, so it’s nice to come to your own conclusions and ideas.
On the edge of the memorial are stairs that lead down to the museum below, which contains one of the best exhibitions we have seen so far in all our travels. Dedicated to the Jewish victims of the second World War, you walk through many different rooms, some focusing on the general history, others with diary, letter and poem excerpts and another room in which you get a full history and understanding of a family and each of its members, giving each victim a total identity, rather than a number. We were super impressed and very affected by the museum, so if you ever find yourself in Berlin, make sure you visit!

East and West sides. Por que no los dos!

We decided to walk next to the Reichstag, which is the German parliament building so we could have a look around and it was obviously a pretty great looking piece of architecture.
We walked on, past a canal, and a kid ran into Elise on a bike. But by the look on his face, she was definitely just in his way. Woops I guess?

Elise dreaming of eating the wurst 

Hit and run

V sad. No apology from child.

On the way home we stopped off at the only supermarket open in the whole of Berlin (but actually we might not be exaggerating) and lined up to get in! Sundays are the worst! We got dinner makings, and by the time we finally got home and had eaten dinner, we decided that it wasn’t a night for going out after all, and had another wine night in!

Love A&E