Berlin seems accidentally cool. To me, that’s probably the most appealing version of cool.
I love how graffiti isn’t a bruise on the city. Berlin wears street art like an old ratty house coat. You’d have the weird looking shop on the street if you tried to clean it off.
It’s Sunday and most shops are closed. It’s early and I’m awake because of the jet lag. The streets are mostly empty. It’s cold, but feels nice. My walk is so perfect, I feel like I’m a character in a novel.
I buy bread and coffee. Everyone is friendly.