We arrived in Berlin at about lunchtime and what was the first thing we checked out: The history? Art? Architecture?
No, we did what any twenty-something would do and went to LegoLand.
The photos make it look like what we were expecting, that is, an exhibition of lots of cool themed Lego sculptures like they used to have in the big department stores when we were kids. But in actual fact these were just tucked into corners and 95% of it was like the biggest playroom you have ever seen, teeming with hundreds dozens of children at Lego-filled tables as far as the eye could see.
Yes, there we were, a couple of childless adults in a children’s play centre. With a camera. NOT CREEPY AT ALL.
In case that wasn’t strange enough, we saw a 3D movie aimed at 5-year-olds.
Back outside in the ultra-modern Potsdamer Platz, there was a row of Berlin Wall remnants with a bit of historical information.
It was a funny accident that the hand in the iPad Mini billboard in the background looks like it’s reaching out to grab the wall.
Cheers to our first night in Germany!
We started our first full day at the Reichstag (parliament).
Tip for young players (thankfully told to us by friends): it’s free entry but you have to book a time slot and bring your passport.
It was a rainy, misty day, making the view out onto the bare winter trees look very eerie.
I’m a big fan of architecture that mixes old and new, especially where there is some kind of necessary reconstruction as with the dome here.
Memorial to those who were killed trying to cross the border between East & West Berlin (above) and a haunting memorial to gypsy Holocaust victims (below).
After visiting some more outdoor sights, we spent the rest of the afternoon at the Gemäldegalerie (Art Gallery). I have to admit that it was a Plan B after finding that the Kunstgewerbemuseum (Museum of Applied Arts) was closed for renovations. Nevertheless, it was a very impressive collection of classic art.
The Philharmoniker building (above) and the many, many consulate buildings (below) were stunning at dusk.
By this stage we’d been overseas for two and a half weeks, all of which had been spent staying with friends and family, so we treated ourselves to a nice cosy dinner out at a traditional Prussian restaurant. Thankfully The Man can speak German so he could decipher the menu for me.
The owner was this typical European grandma type, she kept coming over to make sure we were eating all our food!
Next up: more Berlin.