berlin | part two / by lana pribic

Sunset at the top of Victoriapark.

I came back with 164 edited photos - a little bit overwhelming. See my flickr for most of them, and I will try to keep it short on here.

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Totally by accident, we stumbled into a Lawrence Schiller exhibit. Not knowing what to expect, I was blown away by his portraiture and documentation of Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedy's. There was complementary prosecco, both mine and Miina's beverage of choice. Perfect. 

Later, I learned that he took up photography despite having impaired vision in one eye. During a successful photojournalism career, he later moved into the film industry. I have been enjoying turning to galleries and exhibits for photography inspiration lately. It has always been so easy to forget that it is out there to explore, but now it is all the tip of my fingers. We also visited the Museum of Photography to view a sizeable exhibit of Helmut Newton, the legendary and provocative fashion photographer. I am so in love with this "selfie"!

A little bit of pride.

Back to Auguststrasse we went.

Friday night dinnertime in Mitte.

Breakfast at Tiffany's inception.

Not only are there plenty of parks, but people in the city seem to enjoy showing off their plants.

Copenhagen vibes.

Winterfeldtplatz market on Saturday - a smorgasbord of just about everything; fresh juice, fresh pizzas, fruit and veggies, german treats and pastries, flax seed oil made to order (!!!), homemade soaps, jewellery, cheese... Definitely worth a Saturday afternoon.

Sunday flea market at Bozhagener Platz - this made for a perfect quick stroll after brunch at Aunt Bennys.

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We laughed at how our guidebook called this "A Socialist Stoll though Karl Marx Allee."

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One of the last places we visited was The Holocaust Memorial (followed by an intense and eye-straining few hours at the Topography of Terror museum). Some friends went to Berlin during the colder months and said this really touched them. I can just imagine how haunting it would be in the cold and snow and grey. To be honest, it felt a little hard to be fully in it. It was a terribly sunny and hot day, tourists were everywhere, and children were running around treating it as a playground.

But still, it felt cold to walk in the shadows cast by the stones. It felt like there was nowhere to look but skywards. Depending on which side you were on, each slab felt either very hot or very cold. In the middle of it all, the grave-like stones were so massive and tall that you couldn't even fathom reaching the other side. You never really knew what or who to expect as you turned each corner, yet the form and arrangement made it all very predictable.

See more of Berlin here.