The last day 03.08.12

The plan for today was to go and visit churches, lots and lots of churches. But after 2 days of non-stop museum going. Oh God please save me!!  So in a change of heart it was decided to go shopping, a fool proof plan. Or at least I thought so. 

The Guardian's list of top ten cafes in Berlin (obviously it would be slightly problematic if it had been a list for elsewhere) told me that I had to go Oliv on Münzstrasse (in case you are wondering) which I did…twice.  For no sooner had I left the premises than the heavens opened.  Oh well I’ll just have to get some cake then till it blows over.

Whenever I get excited or slightly panicky about something I always end up getting there really early. For example in the case of parties I can pretty  much guarantee that I will be ready and waiting to go at least two hours before it even starts, forget fashionably late, I prefer fashionably early. So you can imagine that in the case of flying home, naturally I was at the airport 3 hours before my flight and it wasn’t even a big airport.

Eastside vs. Westside

Oppression was the dish of the day. Mainly that caused by the Berlin wall that effectively divided East and West Germany as well as that of the poor old Jews. Some people would think that 6 hours spent in museums was a bit oppressive, my feet would definitely agree. My mother would probably be proud of how much I walked today. 

This morning saw a trip to Checkpoint Charlie –The Wall Museum. I tried and failed to stop myself from bursting into tears at the selfless acts of some people to help others escape. Like Franz Walander. Franz was a German officer of some sort, who printed lots of foreign passports to help the Jews escape persecution during the Second World War, Only to get to Sweden (the goal) to be seized himself. 

Another case was much later when Germany was divided by the wall, John (I think his name was John) Ireland converted his car so that he could hide people inside. At the risk of his own life e helped ten people to escape from the East.

I’m all for interactive things in museums but when, in the case of the Jüdisches museum, you get Albert Einstein doing a dance across the screen, is that really a good idea?

Nevertheless, I learnt all about Einstein and the theory of relativity as well as the history of Nivea. The name was taken from the Latin word ‘Nix’ meaning snow.

After all that ‘intake of knowledge’ I was in the need of sustenance (read cake). On the quest for cake I stumbled upon ‘Berlin Lacht’ a sort of fair with a load of street artists. The first ‘comedian’ I saw wasn’t even funny. ‘Lachen’ I did not, especially when he lifted and swung an anchor (an actual ships’ anchor) by his ear lobes.

It’s a bit weird to be sat in a deck chair with a Bratwurst in the middle of a city square at half seven at night. A bit like summer.

A photographic interlude

  Brandenburger Tor

 Reichstag

 Berliner Dom

 Altes Museum

 Checkpoint Charlie

 Juedisches Museum

 Obligatory pictures of cake - yummy cake

Day 1 of getting hopelessly lost without even trying

They say (well my mother does) that the best way to see a city is on foot. Yeah that's the best way if you want to walk in completely the wrong direction on the way out of town.

Everything seemed to be going so well this morning; sleeping through my alarm so instead of getting up at the 'maximum sight-seeing' time of 7.30, I got up at 9, bother.

Going down the wrong street. "Are you sure there's supposed to be a roundabout there? (just to clarify I wasn't talking to a random passer by there but to myself)

And lets not mention the 'walking headlong into a wall' bit

On today's to do list were:

The Brandenburger Tor: It's really just a gate so not really all that much to do there except a photo opportunity.

The Reichstag: Admittance is by appointment only, well it is a government building. Again more photos

The Palace of Tears: but for the life of me I could not find it. This would have resulted in tears of my own if it had not been for the German telly buildings around the riverside. Yet more photos.

And last but not least Museum Insel. For those not familiar with Berlin this last one is not actually on an Island. Gutted I know! But rather a load of museums grouped together.you can buy a  ticket for all of them. 14 Euros for 19 museums challenge accepted. but after 3 of them I was fully out museumed. Too much ancient history if you ask me, although I was rather a fan of the ancient jewellery room. May just have to invest in a Roman necklace.

We're not in Kansas anymore

A word to the wise, You know those sign thingies. It might be a good idea to invest in some to save people some aimless wondering. Like when I wander around the ENTIRE Berlin train station ( put's a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Ich verstehe Bahnhof no?) only to find that the train I wanted as on the same platform that I just left. Fantastic.

A city-break to Berlin? Don't mind if I do. Although I am there on my own and I can't imagine all the fun things I can get up to in a strange city....all by myself (read get hopelessly lost)

I'll spare you the details of the flight, they are all very similar anyway, except for the moment when you think to yourself "Dear god, am I on the right plane."

Luckily the answer to that question was yes.

Having had once stayed at a PLUS establishment I wanted to try out their newest place, having opened in 2010. Housed in Warschauer straße* they assured me that it was only a short walk from the train station. Their foolproof directions were alas not foolproof enough.

Clearly, Wahrschauerstraße is where the cool kids hang out. Bedecked with graffiti and skater dudes, tattoos, piercings and pink mohawks...oh my. Now you may say that I have led a sheltered childhood but Oh dear lord someone get me to my bed quick.

But all things are not so bad because guess who is playing on the 3rd August at the O2? (which happens to be only a stone's throw away) The Beach Boys that's who.

Wait what do you mean I'm leaving that day. Oh crumbs

* For those of you have read Hans Fallada's Alone In Berlin Warschauer Str. is a popular haunt

A cafe is...I go to cafes too much

A café is a cosy pot of tea

A sandwich, muffin or coffee

A slice of cake to share? Don’t be daft

I think I’ll be able to manage that

A café is a place to go

When you’re alone and feeling low

An escape for when it all gets too much

The steaming mug will be your crutch

A café is a place for people watching

For criticisms or adoration

The perfect setting to eavesdrop

Are they Dutch or are they Welsh?

A café is a place for friends

Or simply where we can play pretend

Somewhere where plans are made

To be kept, broken or delayed

You can go to a café to recharge

To wake you up, better make it large

A place for work, a place for play

I wouldn’t have it any other way

When the doors are locked and the blinds go down

I can’t help but to supress a frown
Despite all the raucous and goings on

It’s just not the same drinking coffee at home.

Follower of Fashion

So I know that I haven’t actually blogged about anything in a while, OK quite a long while but this week saw another week of fashion being showcased in Bath as the city hosted another Bath in Fashion Festival http://www.bathinfashion.co.uk/

 

I got myself tickets to the Friday afternoon Designer Show the setting of which was the stunning Assembly Rooms, a suitable background to highlight the beautiful clothes.The Spring/Summer collections were on show and many of these were from various independent shops around Bath as well as a finale from Amanda Wakeley. Upon arrival the guests are greeted with  tea/ coffee or a soft drink and free biscuits (yay!! and their yummy homemade ones too) I saw that some people have goodie bags but I didn't get one Boooooooo!!!!!

My photography skills leave a lot to be desired and therefore out of a good nearly 50 photos only 12 were deemed of any use and even fewer acceptable for anyone else to see. However I got better with practise but there's nothing to show for the first few collections from Grace and Mabel
(http://www.graceandmabel.co.uk/index) and Prey (http://www.preyuk.com/) although the exquisite clothing often left me feeling rather bitter that I am a penniless student and therefore would never be able to afford their clothes.

As well as independent shops the designers featured in Debenhams also had a slot such as Jasper Conran, Julian MacDonald and Ben de Lise. With all my incessant picture taking I think that I may have been annoying the woman sat next to me so I decided to go for a slightly more sly approach, this did not work as I ended up with pictures of the back of the chair in front. Oh dear.

Although I do enjoy going to  various Fashion Shows I don't understand why there are lingerie catwalks,The Dressing Room ( http://dressingroombath.com) was one such occasion and unfortunately  for the poor model wearing the cream nightwear, well how can I put it "We can see your nipples love." I don't think that the bright lighting helped all that much either.

Another fairly bizarre occurrence happened when showing the Liz Cox collection. Liz Cox is a handbag designer so the models would come onto the catwalk to display the bags wearing black unitards and cat masks, yeah maybe you had to be there to believe it. (They were gorgeous bags though- the handbags not the models, they were pretty too though)