Saturday snapshot: a shot of history.

On the way to the best brunch ever in Berlin, we walked past this building and noticed it needed a bit of repair. 

And then one of us clicked that just maybe these are bullet holes, presumably from the war.

Blimey.

Saturday snapshot: in which I attempt a photo bomb from the front.

Here is a photo of the big, huge cathedral in Berlin..

And here is another one..

I am awfully pleased with myself.


Oh dear.

My heart belongs to Berlin # 4217

Yes, yes, Berlin again. I do love the place. (Just in case you missed it, somehow, you can take a peek here and here).

But that city has surprises everywhere, and this was a couple of streets on the edge of Mitte that had awesomely named businesses.

Brilliant.

No idea what they do, but who cares? Fabby name.

Love that the 'Personality Crisis' store has a Sale on. No idea what to do with that.

Obviously we found all these cool places as we were dashing back to the hotel to check out on the last day. I totally know where I am going first next year.

Coming soon to this slot, a place that isn't Berlin.


Probably.

My heart belongs to: Berlin street art.

Berlin is brilliant for random street art and a bit of well-placed, well-done graffiti. I'm sure it is all terribly deep and full of hidden meaning.

Some of it is a little saucy. They use swear words and everything.

Don't look too hard at the pictures, you will giggle and blush.

We did, once we realised what we were looking at.

Saturday snapshot: in which you get more than one and I threaten my loved ones. By mistake. I am almost sure of that.

This is a lovely picture of my husband and baby sister standing in one of Berlin's celebrated and delightful courtyards.

Then something changed, I think I wanted them to turn around for a shot, but got kind of grumpy faces instead.

Apparently I didn't like that...