And not for any fun reasons, if that's what you're thinking.
We arrived on Saturday in a Berlin that was even colder and icier and snowier that the Amsterdam we had left. During the 7 hour train ride my sinues got so clogged that I could not taste or smell a thing, and my head felt like it wanted to burst open and spill its rotten contents all over the snowy white streets. We had made a reservation at Renger Patzsch, and we did go and eat there, and the food looked pretty and interesting, but was completely wasted on me (Dennis said it tasted good). It all went down hill from there. Dennis got sick too, and we did not leave the hotel room for a couple of days, except to get something to eat every now and then, and to take a steam bath in a sauna nearby.
I don't even have a single picture to show for this trip. Boohoo. Better luck next time. The brief glimpses I caught of the city were promising, and made me want to visit again. When I'm in good health, and preferably in the summer, when we can walk in the park and drink beer in the sun. Ah how good that sounds right now.
There was one tiny little culinary event that took place about 15 minutes before we caught our train back home. But I can't write about it now because it involves eating something ridiculously calorific, and we're starting a week of non-fat eating today (with a brief interlude on Saturday when we're going out to dinner with my parents). So more about that later.
The Marche d’Aligre in Paris
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