Today I was walking and thinking about some of the things I love about Berlin.
I love the way people adopt bits of the street to grow flowers
I love how motorists take care to stop for pedestrians and cyclists.
I love how people trust each other enough to leave their phones on cafe tables.
I love the quiet of public places.
I love the reliable grumpiness of my local shopkeeper.
I love the roses in unexpected places.
I love the high ceilings in old apartments.
I love the sense that a good life is worth the effort.