A layover day in Berlin, running about the favorite sights at the town center.
Viktoria, atop her column. The friezes below had been freshly repainted, hiding the verdigris trails off the shrapnel pocks. I look forward to her aging anew. Her scars are much of her beauty.
A walk in the Tiergarten. The pools were feeling reflective, and many of the lindens had not yet taken on their autumn colours.
Ich isst ein Berliner!
Viktoria, atop her column. The friezes below had been freshly repainted, hiding the verdigris trails off the shrapnel pocks. I look forward to her aging anew. Her scars are much of her beauty.A walk in the Tiergarten. The pools were feeling reflective, and many of the lindens had not yet taken on their autumn colours.Ich isst ein Berliner!VIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
gangstaswan:
mmmmm I want that Berliner! Curse you! (Bring the sick girl one?)
gangstaswan:
Fine fine. A friend keeps threatening to kidnap me for a trip up to the Bay Area. I'll let you know if that happens.