literature, photography

i couldn’t enjoy much of anything, except walking to the Ile St Louis

…to the park I’d come to love and rely on. The trees were flowering now, and there was the thick smell of horse-chestnut blossoms. I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park, and wonder about the people who filled them, what kind of marriages they had and how they loved or hurt each other on any given day, and if they were happy, and whether they thought happiness was a sustainable thing. I’d stay in the park as long as I could, and then walk home through the sunshine I couldn’t quite feel.


dreamed a dream by the old canal

I think I promised some Berlin photos a while I go, didn’t I? I know, I know, I’ve taken my time. But these things musn’t be rushed. However, I’m going on holiday again soon (Rome, with my mummy, if you must know!) so figured I should get these out of the way first and leave a creative space in my brain.

Thought I’d start, appropriately, with the hotel. We stayed at the Michelberger Hotel which is in Friedrichshain, right by the East Side Gallery. I don’t think I could recommend it highly enough. I, for one, cannot wait to go back. The ambience in the bar/lounge couldn’t have been more spot on – if I hadn’t been lured to venture outside by gin-fizz and the other delights Berlin had to offer, I’d’ve happily stayed put in the hotel the whole time. All the photos below are from in and around the Michelberger.

Ps. The book of booze. Have they met me?