Every Sunday, thousands upon thousands of Berliners and tourists go to Mauer Park for the grungiest, funnest, biggest, foodiest flea market I have ever seen. Bartering is a must, as we consistently go prices cut in half just by asking. A floor length fur coat got down to $45 which was so tempting… If only I could lug around another 20 pounds of mink for the next three months. Obviously I love fur, and it was tempting me around every corner. Instead I held out and bought only a leather sketchbook bag, brass mug, and a twisted silver spoon.

In addition to the amazing market, an amphitheater on the hillside attracted another few thousand to watch street performers and karaoke. We had such a good time swinging, that Alex lost his glasses lens and we didn’t even notice for a few minutes. It was lost forever and he walked around winking at everyone for the next few days.

Our hostel room was themed “giraffe”, hence the decorations.