Hello everyone, its Jess here invading the girls blog, and about to update you on all the strange happenings of days 5 and 6 of our adventures in Berlin.
(ed. it's been a while since our trip, but Jess has been a busy lady so I decided to post now or never!)
We woke up early once again to make another couple of antiques markets that we had heard about, we had high hopes for these, and couldnt wait to get stuck in. Before any of this though the girls were in need of a serious coffee. So we stopped off at this little coffee shop and brought the best coffee Aimee has ever tasted! (I dont drink coffee, whereas Aimee is pretty passionate about it)
I look seriously grumpy here, I am not, its apparently just my face. Aimee looks adorable in all her florals.
Me and Missus Henderson, revitalised after her coffee
See... I told you
This was the entrance to the market, flowers were so cheap in Berlin
I'm not sure whats going on here!
We saw all of these lovely old game machines, arnt they pretty, my favourite is the one on the left which is a miniture shooting gallery.
Here's a close up.
Harriet was super excited as she managed to find a vegan rhubarb pie, look at her chuffed little grin!
Is'nt this 1930's dress gorgeous? It's a lovely black crepe with original which she found in Spitalfield's Thursday antique market. It looks so lovely on her.
A snapshot of some of the market.
Aimee, having a little antique market shimmy. I think the locals enjoyed it...
The furniture was so cheap, I could have made my house into a palace if only the airplane would accept all my excess luggage.
Walking back from the market to get some food, we were all very hungry by this point not having had any breakfast. I am sporting my new found fox friend and Aimee is sporting the new expression for spring summer. Do it.
We made a name for him but alas, I am afraid that i have forgotton it now
He needs a name, he's quite the personality.
Him and Aimee commenced in a little chat on the platform.
Here we are on the U bahn, pretty exciting stuff.
We went to a lovely little mexican for lunch, Harriet and I opted for a midday margarita which was insanly strong, we ended up swaying back to the apartment. I love this picture of H, doesnt she look adorable?
Here is Aimee's magnificent lunch, Berlin knows how to do a good mexican!
It was at this point, unfortunatly, that a rather odd fellow decided to talk at us, it was all polite chit chat till he dropped in that he thought we were sexy, (his wife was sat next him).
We were so freaked out untill thankfully he finally decided to leave.
At which point Harriet stated...
'Do people think because we wear hats, that we are some sort of sexual deviants?!'
A sexy mumma that we walked past, none of us were prepared to have our picture taken with her,
Harriet: 'Is that a skirt or a sarong?'
Aimee: 'What's sarong with you?'
Aimee: 'I cant take credit for that... I was quoting Timone and Pumba'
We all went back to the apartment for a rest and a bit of a freshen up, (I was feeling a little woosy from that Margarita and Harriet was feeling very tired) Aimee and I were desperate to go and see the film museum though so we kissed goodbye to a sleeping Harriet and set off to find our Marline Dietrich fortune...
It didnt start quite as planned...
But we got there in the end! I felt like we were in a cross between Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Clockwork Orange, its just like another world... full of films, my kinda place. Unfortunately photos are banned in the museum, boo! There was a section on Louise Brooks, I pretty much love her. I would suggest watching 'Diary of a Lost Girl' for those of you who haven't seen it. Through the Dietrich exhibition we discovered Marline's wardrobe, we were pretty envious as we spied all the elaborate dresses.
Me and Aimee missing Harriett and suprised we made it out without her! Later on we decided to go out with a bang and rounded ourselves off to 'White Trash'.
'White Trash' serves delicious American dinner style food whilst you watch live bands. We've been told that this club is rather touristy but we had a great time and recommend it! They also serve delicious cocktails!
To grand ol' Berlin!
White Trash has some amazing pinball machines and we spent a little too much time playing them!
We partied far into the next morning, we jived, rejected strange men who suspiciously lurked near our drinks and landed ourselves in a cab. After a troublesome car journey we found ourselves back at 'Neu! bar' again and spent hours drinking with our dear barman friend Noah. Aimee was a little worse for wear after all this dancing so after complaints we chucked the little bore into bed at about six. Whilst me and Harriett thought that playing on park swings was better than sleeping.
The following day saw us leaving lovely Anna, Beau and dear Berlin. Now let me tell you it was as eventful as the rest of the trip. We shoved a pairs of large sunglasses on our faces to conceal a shared lack of sleep and a god awful hangover. We ate breakfast, packed our bags and got ourselves on a hot train to the airport, which wasn't the remedy for a hangover. This perfectly horrid train lead Harriett to be sick on the train and left me and Aimee panicing about getting her home. Fortunately after a lot of water and a walk she was well enough to send our bags off to blighty. However when I reached into my handbag for my passport was not there! The horror! This lead to us ripping apart our overweight suitcase to find the passport which left me in a fit of stress fuelled tears.
Fortunately we all arrived home safely and everything was normal, until we looked into the suitcase. Everything was opened moisturisers exploded and Aimee's fancy undergarments had mysteriously disappeared. Is there a German baggage handling knicker sniffer? Or will it all inconspicuously turn up on eBay?
Of course the holiday couldn't have ended without a bit of drama and we had an amazing time regardless. I can't wait for our trip across the pond next year!