17 Years enjoying the Weimar Republic!!

 And of course I missed the celebration I was so determined not to miss. Our dear Berlin turns seventeen this year! Many of us have been happily stranded in 1929 for well over a decade now—Delightedly stranded, I should say ;)

I didn´t miss, however, Frau Jo in the midst of preparing the festivities while dining at the Adlon with the heartless Herr Abbott (the gentleman who adopted my girls when I... disappeared).

I hope you all have the chance to enjoy the festivities, with or without me. I am still hoping to make it in time for the flooding! Though my real-life chauffeur remains quite unable to understand what we Second Lifers find so enchanting about standing in torrential rain for an entire day.

I shall leave you with a few photographs my aide took while I was socialising about town the other day.

The grand Adlon Hotel! If you have the means, there is no finer place from which to discover Berlin, enjoy delightful company, and ensure that one never leaves the table hungry, and more importantly... thirsty!!

Mysterious character. My real-life chauffeur insists he bears a striking resemblance to an older John Lennon, whoever that may be.

Maltheus (maltheus.canis)

And so it was celebrated, the event I once again managed to miss—courtesy of my blooming brains… or the lack of them.

Frau Jo built this in a single evening, entirely on her own. Now I know where those biceps came from.

I love their posters so much I might just steal it one of these nights, before the water ruins it.

Mega dinner at the Adlon, outstanding as always. The best bit… the bubbly, naturally… or perhaps the cake Herr Clarrington so generously baked for us at a “modest” price (not). Or herr Abbott sea-blue eyes!

This is the wholesome Ma’am Silvye—the lady with outstanding taste who chose my old house as her new home. I absolutely love what she’s done with it… apart from the small detail of it no longer being in my hands, of course. It turns out she is quite a lovely lady as well, and a genuine pleasure to spend time with, nearly as outstanding as the original tenant *wink*

In the distance, the sleepy yet very wealthy Herr Clarrington.

Our nurse extraordinaire—Oda’s sister. Oh dear, I must be going senile… her name escapes me, and I’m only on my third martini.

 

I wasn’t lying—our beloved Frau Jo really did manage all the decorations on her own. I only hope she doesn’t charge us for it by raising the rent!

Maltheus again, adjusting his sleeve.

And ... the mysterious Maltheus once again! As you can tell, I am quite taken by his countenance and by the impeccable quality of his outfit. One should never allow a well-dressed gentleman to slip off one’s radar.

The lovely new park right by the guest house in the Tiergarten—quite possibly the best place to enjoy these long summer evenings in our 1929.

Cheerio, my darlings—have a lovely day!

And if there’s any gossip, come visit me at the Hof while I’m still here! I should be moving as soon as I get the advance for the new book or marry another millionaire *winks*.

Küsschen!

Connie