Grandpa and granddaughter stop by the bakery to see if there’s anything good left.

I saw these two do a Breakfast Club style slide up to the windows of the bakery downstairs from us, look in the window and take off again. I knew exactly what was going on – our bakery is both French and German, so they’re not here for you. They make what they make, they run out when they run out, and they close when they feel like it. You may or may not get what you want on any given day. I’ve done the same thing myself many times: casing the window display and seeing only a lonely croissant.

Our waitress, relaxed and cool on a Tuesday night.

She was pleased to be drawn.

My hubbin, during dinner with a friend in Mitte.

The friend moved here from the Bay Area, and was very grateful to us for being so encouraging about a move to Berlin, as it is working out really well for him!