Street art. Graffiti. Public art. Graffiti on public art. Street art covered with graffiti, graffiti that looks like street art. Walls painted with spray paint, store display windows exploding in color. The Berlin Wall, a long remnant of it decorated by artists, preserved (for now) as the East Side Gallery. Private balconies and gardens that look like curated collections of plants, flowers, sculptures. Art. Image. Art. The city is alive with a strong visual beat, a rhythm, everywhere I look.
Drinks: Here, the special cocktail is the Hugo, pronounced “Ugo.” Prosecco or sparkling water, lime juice, elderflower syrup (Holunderblüten sirup), crushed mint, and a slice of lime; I’ll be making these for my book group when I get home!
At a restaurant lunch we are tempted by the tabletop menu promising summer beer with rhubarb, but alas, it is finished, all gone. At the store, we find ale with cactus, ale with bitter orange, ale with grapefruit, too many flavors to try…and cafés, everywhere, with all the coffee variations, and teas as well—but here I am welcome to sit as long as I like, no need to rush off, except that the city beckons, more art waiting.