Sundays in Germany are a delight, as long as you remember to go grocery shopping on Saturday. Most stores are closed, and if the weather is even remotely inviting, then Germans flock to be outside. The Mauerpark in Prenzlauer Berg draws Berliners and tourists alike, along with lots of enthusiastic acoustic guitar players.
Last Sunday we met up with friends for brunch, which, I think we can all agree, is one of the greatest parts of being a human on the weekend. Afterwards, we walked over to the Mauerpark to enjoy the people-watching and the flea market.
We were greeted by the Olga Show as we entered the market. Olga spoke with a suspiciously fake-sounding Russian accent, while aggressively playing the violin. Her show was fairly representative of the buskers throughout the park: memorable, if not actually pleasant to hear.
The Mauerpark flea market is the perfect blend of antiques, crafts, and totally worthless junk. Perhaps because we have not decorated our apartment here even a little bit (the “But we don’t want to pay excess baggage fees when we move back to the States” excuse has carried its weight for over a year in Germany), I wanted everything I saw, collection of broken alarm clocks included.
It will perhaps come as no surprise to you that DH and Friend were drawn to the coconut heads on display.
You could spend hours browsing the wares and trying not to stare at all the crazies. That’s what makes the Mauerpark so much fun.
I found some interesting items there a few weeks ago…
There’s usually a lot of fascinating stuff there, underneath a lot of pure junk.
True, I wrote an account of finding some WW2 postcards on my blog. Just what I was after.
I checked out your blog post about those postcards. Interesting stuff.
It will be even more interesting when I get them translate, hopefully…