Peacock Island
A short bus ride from Berlin city lies a charming oasis of green and quiet where Peacocks roam free and Prussian kings live on in memory.
Berlin is a city which is forever changing, evolving and reinventing itself. This blog is where we’re able to share some more intimate moments of how it is to be in Berlin, our emotional connection to the stories you’ll find here, and to give you a glimpse of ‘behind the scenes’ in this remarkable city. We love writing these snippets, so we hope you love reading them!
A short bus ride from Berlin city lies a charming oasis of green and quiet where Peacocks roam free and Prussian kings live on in memory.
Every two years, something extraordinary happens in Berlin in summer. A collective fever takes over and symptoms spring up all over the city. Football.
Spring in Berlin brings to mind many things. Rebirth, hope, renewal. All of a sudden the trees have leaves again. Seemingly overnight.
Aah, my yearly ode to the miracle of spring in Berlin. The grey winter seems to drag on forever, grey and rainy and then suddenly, it’s over.
The Bayern Quarter is an unassuming neighbourhood, most known for JFK’s iconic 1963 speech where he proudly declared he was a jam donut.
Espionage. Code words, secret meetings, hidden agendas, danger. It sounds like a James Bond movie, but is something which in Berlin was very real.
The Berliner Dom is a rather unique piece of architecture in Berlin. Its impressive curved dome soars above the former Royal quarter of Berlin.
Wow, another year over, another one begins. Resolutions are made (and let’s face it, quickly broken) and the season turns towards slowly longer days. And colder days.
Walk through the former National Socialist government district in Berlin on a private tour with me, and a lot of what I do is explain what no longer exists.
Going on holiday is wonderful. I love it. I used to be a constant traveller, somewhat of a nomad, forever changing cities, countries, people and places. But not any more.
Mauer Park fleamarket is a Berlin institution. But there is another reason to go to Mauerpark on a Sunday, which has nothing to do with the markets themselves.Â
The European forest, what a wonderful creature! A living being – breathing, growing, changing, dying, decaying as we watch. Berlin has amazing natural spaces.