“It was the week before Christmas (give or take), when all through Berlin,
All the people were stirring - eating, buying, and stockpilin’.
Sweet Stollen was eaten in all Christmas markets,
Grilled sausages fell off everyone's pockets;
Glühwein was getting to everyone's head,
With visions of Schmalz on dark German bread…”
Berlin is not famous for its long summery autumns, and a wedding in late October could have spelled gloomy skies or soaking wet bride and groom. Fortunately, the unusually hot weather turned into a long Indian summer…
N. could not have had better luck on the day of his secret proposal in Berlin. It was a luminous spring day in Friedrichshain and the weather was a balmy 20 degrees. The afternoon sun was flickering through the bright green tree leaves and water drops were glistening in the Fairy Tale fountains. It was magical.