My next trip out in
Berlin was one that I made with Walter. Winter finally put in an appearance
that day so it was a bit of a cold trip, especially as I had neglected to note
how far the distances were on my map. But we both survived it!
Walter wasn't so sure we should be out in the cold |
Due to an elevator
being out of service on our planned route, Walter and I ended up having our
journey take an hour so that I could find a station I could easily exit with
him! It meant that we had to go via Alexanderplatz, where we saw our first hint
of a Weinachtmarket. I had heard a lot of good things about German Christmas
Markets but this was my first glimpse of one and it looked very promising.
There is something very endearing about mini wooden huts, especially when one
knows that they will soon be selling glühwein and roast meats!
When we finally
arrived in Prenzlauer Berg our first stop was the Volkspark Friedrichshain. I
was keen to see the Märchenbrunnen, a beautiful fountain full of characters
from traditional German fairytales. I thought it would be an easy walk across
the park to get there, so Walter and I climbed to the top of one of the
Bunkerbergs (artificial mountains built from the rubble carted away from
postwar Berlin) with the plan of coming down the other side and continuing on
to the fountain. However I managed to get us completely turned around and after
we descended a rather steep staircase (quite a feat with his pram!) I
discovered we were almost back where we’d started! So after that we followed a
bike path along the park’s perimeter.
The climb up |
The climb down! |
Alas, when we arrived
at the Märchenbrunnen we discovered that all the fountains were completely
enclosed in little wooden huts to protect them over winter! It was so
disappointing, especially as the few sculptures that were visible only served
to hint at how incredible the fountain would look.
After the volkspark we
went to the Georgen-Parochial I Friedhof, in order to view some of the
tombstones that were damaged during the hand-to-hand combat of the Battle for
Berlin. It was eerie seeing the bullet holes and shrapnel damage and thinking
about the lives lost in this space.
You can see the damage on the wall behind the statue |
Due to the cold we
found it necessary to take a break in a nearby cafe until we were warm enough
to press on. The next stop on our walk was an old watertower that had been
converted into a series of apartments. It looked like a really neat place to
live, except that when the conversion was being undertaken 27 bodies were found
in the pipes at the bottom of the tower – more gruesome remainders from the
Nazi regime.
By this time we’d
reached the shopping district part of Prenzlauer Berg and it was time to go
find the birthday present my mother-in-law had said I should get – a piece of
art or pottery made by a Berlin artist. This was such a great idea! Walter and
I headed straight for the studio of Jeanne Koepp (http://www.jeanne-koepp-keramik.de/)
where I had a delightful time picking out a piece of art for my birthday. The
woman on duty didn’t speak much English, and I didn’t speak much German, but
that didn’t matter. She was really great about letting Walter into the shop and
kept him entertained while I browsed the various pieces. The one I got in the
end was really special – an old lidded porcelain coffee cup & saucer, their
original design stripped an a beautiful dull-gold & gray pattern painted
on. It really reminded me of Berlin, this object with old lines but a modern
design. It’s similar to this.
With a buzz from my
art purchase, Walter & I set off at a jaunty pace towards our last stop of
the day – Konnopke’s Imbiß, the home of Berlin’s oldest currywurst maker! I was
really excited to try currywurst in all of its authentic glory and I was not
disappointed. It was the neatest little imbiß, located under the elevated
tracks of the U-Bahn, with tables and sheltered seating and an organ grinder
serenading the diners. The wurst (a sausage topped with curry powder & red
sauce) and the pommes (mit mayo!) were delicious. The only downside was that a
man saw me taking pictures and then followed me for two blocks demanding to see
my camera and insisting that I’d taken his picture. It was really scary, as I
couldn’t shake him off and I was certain that he was trying to steal my DSLR
camera. I stuck close to the crowds of shoppers and made a beeline for a
well-lit shop where I could call for help if I needed it. Fortunately he saw he
wasn’t getting anywhere and left us, but I had a rather terrifying journey back
to Wedding as I kept thinking I saw him on the train or the street. I have
never been so glad to get home!