There are places that have this yearning melancholy to it. Berlin has always been that place for me. And so I returned to the German capital to pack some of my last belongings when that feeling of melancholy is the strongest: in the crispy cold with small snow flakes falling down on the grey city.
An also grey but incredibly cosy shelter from Berlin winter was my studio in Prenzlauer Berg. I arrived late at night at the airport, so I enjoyed falling into that supersoft bed just the more.
The next day the temperature dropped to 0ºC and so a coffee and waffles at The Barn Coffee Roasters were overdue.
Warmed up, I made my way to Kreuzberg to visit Markthalle Neun. I’ve always loved the regular food market here but now in December it got even better: it had turned into a Christmas food and hand-made gift market. The perfect place for my pre-Christmas trip!
Over the Spree and through the heavy cold, I went further down to Friedrichshain to stroll the organic market on Boxhagener Platz and have some late Lebanese lunch at Beirut der 70er.
The next day was even more chilly so I crossed Prenzlauer Berg directly to the lovely Café Krone. Queueing for 15 minutes in the cold were absolutely worth it. I had the best pancakes here (with stewed apples, raisins and fresh berries) I’ve ever eaten – and that means something given my pancake consumption. Accompanied with creamy coffee, I spent more time here than I had actually intended.
Run out of time from all the creamy-coffee-sipping, I had to head back to the airport, being left with that melancholic longing for Berlin all over again.