SUNDAY HAPPY SUNDAY

 

Another Sunday at sunrise I spent leisurely breakfasting at the prestigious Kranzler cafe. Herr Beolas and Herr Clarrington seem to have been busy last night putting up the Christmas decorations.

Unter den Linden "dressed up".

The UFA "dressed up".

The Opera House "dressed up". By the way, they are showing the Nutcracker ballet there tonight!!! there hasn't been a show in ages. Oh! and I caught the belly of the beast in the sky!!, hey Zeppe(lin)!!

My lovely rival, Gyna, came to share a quick coffee, very unexpectedly — she is quite the night bird.

I took to the Babylon to watch the latest matinee,  "UP THE LADDER". And yes, I am one of those annoying people who cannot watch a movie at the Odeon without planting a lot of pocorn on the carpets, not to talk of the soundtrack I end up adding to the movie! But I seriously cannot stay still in the theater if it's not with a bucket of the stuff, and a huge one at that. Apologies.

And back home (yes, my new home in the Tiergarten) with some time to read while Dimple prepares luncheon. 

Happy Sunday Berlin!! 

WINTER SOLSTICE IN THE WANNSEE - and a certain wedding

And so it came to happen, that herr Solstice and Frl Mockingbird became even more joined by the heap. I hope I never have to fall in love and en up using one of those horrid couple walking huds...

As I predicted, Tequila realised before the 'I do' what she was about to do and did a runner as the Brits would say. Luckily for 'Solstice', she came back in time though and the ceremony (officiated by Capitain Cad, who needed a shot or two of rum to carry out the deed) got to a succesful ending (for herr Solstice anyway). 

I cannot go into too much detail, as Dorita asked me to write a piece for the Tageblatt, but it was a bit of a wet wedding — no it was not raining, but right in the middle of the Wannsee, and in a boat *shivers* ; our beloved landlady turned up with a new dress which caused several of us to faint and in the end of the ceremony (which I will describe in more detail when the paper publishes the article) she deligted us with what I thought was Irish stepdance on steroids — I had a laughing fit of such violence those around me thought I was suffering some neurological disorder. 

A bus driven by the always elegant — and terribly versatile — Frau Ross (Amelie) took us back to Berlin. The couple in question got out of the bus early and apparently had a first taste of their honeymoon right there, judging by their appearance when they re-joined us at the Adlone for the reception that happened in the most magical of set ups, a glass & snow wood, all very pagan and enchanting, druid and reindeers included. 

And with this and a cake... till tomorrow at eight as the Spanish go. 

For now just a few (hundred) photos to remember the event. 

PS - thank you all those involved in organising, thank you Cad for the most terrific wedding "script" ever (If I am to agree to marry in either world at last it will be under the condition you do the honors once more, I am sorry), and very specially thanks to the couple for having us sharing the day with them. I am sure I am not alone in wishing them a very long and solstice-magic second life together. 

PSS - Frau Jo has arms.

PSSS- let me repeat that. Frau Jo has arms. *faints again*