“It was the week before Christmas, when all through Berlin, all the people were stirring - eating, buying, and stockpilin’. Sweet Stollen was eaten in all Christmas markets, sausages fell off…”
“Hi, Cristina, this is E. We’re throwing a surprise bachelorette party-slash-city break for our friend, B., who is getting married soon, and we’d like some photos as a souvenir of our time in Berlin.”
The weather had turned into a remarkably long Indian summer. The trees were golden, turning auburn, the light had a mellifluous quality, the timing was perfect.