A weekend in our capitol

"Wedding" is a Berlin quarter, not what it means in English, but a good place for a party anyway. We were in Moabit, the jail place, not in Wedding. J's cousin H celebrated his birthday on Sunday. He invited us for brunch in a traditional looking Berlin pub. It is decorated with old advertisment panels all over.





After eating and drinking, we sat together, chatting; some of our friends had met again after 20 years. Some had brought their kids, too, and the host's wife H started doing origami for them. I took out my embroidery.




A walk around one of Berlin's flea markets followed. The weather was not too pleasant, but dry which made this walk fun! It is a high quality flea market, no rumble, and the traders know the value of their stuff. The times are over when you could make a bargain because the sellers did not know what they had found in the attics.
There were African masks -- no idea how authentic they are, I don't know about African antiques. And there were very good kilims and woven rugs from Turkey, vintage bethcloths in abundance and oriental jewelry. Statues in whimsical combination, I could not take pictures of all what I'd have liked to show you, because we had appointed to meet again after half an hour which was way too short for this market. I purchased an indonesian print cloth in yellow and ochre, sarong size, for 14 $.