New Year’s Day 2014 – Prague to Vienna

We boarded an early train to Vienna.  My advice would be to order tickets online as the staff manning the ticket windows at the Prague train station do not speak English.  We ended up with reserved seats in the first class car while paying for seats in second class.  In the end, I was glad to ride first class as we had plenty of room and had the added bonus to annoying some Americans.  First class was 95% Americans.  Can I just tell you how obnoxious we Americans are?  Do we ever hear ourselves while traveling in other countries?  Why would Americans travel abroad if what they really want is everything American?

The travel time from Prague to Vienna, via train, is five hours.  About mid journey, we decided to have lunch.  Lovely cheese and cured meats on crusty bread and a couple of salads.  Washed down with beer.  The three 30-somethings from New York City, in the adjacent seats, were none too happy with the lovely aroma wafting up from our delicious lunch.  Apparently they felt it smelled like Europeans.  Mr. MM and I laughed our stinky-mouthed heads off.

We arrived in Vienna late afternoon / early evening.  A quick subway ride to the St. Stephen’s Cathedral stop brought us practically to the front door of our hotel, Hotel Royal.  I can not say enough nice things about this hotel.  AMAZING location as it is really right around the corner from St. Stephen’s Cathedral.  Our room was spartan but very clean and big for European standards.  The daily breakfast turned out to be very good too.

After checking in, we didn’t even waste time settling in.  We wanted to be out amongst the Viennese.  It was New Year’s Day evening and the pedestrian shopping streets that radiate off of the plaza of St. Stephen’s Cathedral were swarming with people enjoying the mild winter weather.

We headed straight for Cafe Museum.  Visiting this Adolf Loos designed cafe was at the top of my to-do list.  The Cafe opened in 1899.  Loos chose to go against the pompous and ornate style of the times, creating a simple ‘modern’ design.  In the 1930’s the Cafe interior was completely redesigned, losing all of it’s Loos character.  Just recently, the Cafe was fully renovated back to the original Loos style.

The interior lived up to my expectations.  The experience of dining at Cafe Museum exceed my expectations.  Barely a few hours in Vienna and I was declaring that the city was utterly magical.  MAGICAL.  We were seated at the bench banquette in the center of the back wall so we had command of the entire room.

L:  Mr. MM / R: Me at Cafe Museum.  For dessert, Mr. MM moved to the banquette next to me!

L: Mr. MM / R: Me at Cafe Museum. For dessert, Mr. MM moved to the banquette next to me!

My pre-dinner drink was a Lillet Spritz.  Mr. MM chose the Die Weisse (as shown), a wheat beer from Salzburg.  We then had one of the best Wiener Schnitzels I’ve ever had.  Per Cafe Meseum’s menu:  ‘golden brown breaded veal cutlet with parsley potatoes and cranberry sauce’ for 19,50 Euros.

L:  Wiener Schnitzel / R: Dessert.

L: Wiener Schnitzel / R: Dessert.

For dessert we ordered a trio of tortes and coffees.  I love that my ‘Single Brauner’ was served with a glass of water.  It’s nice to have a drink of water after one’s coffee.  The trio consisted of (L to R):  Sachertorte, Mozart Torte, and berry torte.  The Mozart Torte is one of the most amazing things to happen to dessert.  One of my all time favorite candies is Mozartkugel.  Mozartkugel:  a ball of pistachio marzipan covered in a layer of nougat that is then covered in dark chocolate.  This Cafe Museum torte conveyed that expertly in their torte.  AMAZING!

We took the long way back to the hotel via  a number of pedestrian shopping streets still decorated for the holidays.  The streets were so alive with cheerful people milling about.  A pause at St. Stephen’s Cathedral before heading ‘home’ to the hotel.

L: All the pedestrian streets radiating from St. Stephen's were decorated for the holidays.  R:  St. Stephen's at night.

L: All the pedestrian streets radiating from St. Stephen’s were decorated for the holidays. R: St. Stephen’s at night.



Prague – December 30, 2013 until January 1, 2014

Nervous Nellie here made the arrival in Prague more stressful than necessary.  I was unclear about which station stop to get off at so I made us get up way too early.  Since it was late, I just wanted to take a cab to our botel.  Big mistake.  We were ripped off.  It should only cost about $20 to go from Prague’s main train station to just about anywhere in the Old Town.  Well, at least that’s what it cost to return to the train station when we left.

Yes, I did say botel.  We stayed at Boat Hotel Matylda for two nights and although it was dimly lit and a bit cramped, it was so romantic to be right on the river Vltava.  We stayed in one of the ‘Superior Double Rooms’.  Clean, charming, small, and one of the tiniest showers I have ever used.  It’s a boat!

Boat Hotel Matylda

Boat Hotel Matylda

Our breakfast was served in the front boat and we stayed in the rear boat.  Breakfast was fantastic and so extensive.

Ok, so we arrive in the evening on December 30, 2013.  Ripped of by a taxi driver.  Checked into our room.  Decompressed and got settled.  Then we bundled up and ventured out.

Mr. MM wanted to check out U Medvidku as it is highly rated on Beer Advocate.  As he wrote in his Beer Advocate review:  you go here for the beer not the food or service.  We sat at the bar (see image below).  The bartender really didn’t know english and we don’t know Czech.  I had read that when in Prague order carp.  We ordered beers, fried carp, and “Kuba” (baked barely with mushrooms, garlic, and marjoram).

For me, after a beer or two I relax and am much more accommodating.  This is a good trait when traveling.

U Medvídků's bar.

U Medvídků’s bar.

The carp were rubbery but the beer and the “Kuba” were good.  Flashbacks of Berlin with the Budvar.  When we’re out, we like to look around at the various patrons and try to figure our their story.  Russian mafia types carrying man purses. Two women from the Commonwealth.  Hmmm.

We then just took a long stroll through Old Town.  No destination, just a walkabout with a slight buzz.

After a lovely New Year’s Eve breakfast ‘on board’, we headed toward Old Town.  It was pretty early so the streets were empty and the light was perfect for photographs.

Clockwise:  Good morning, Prague; Who is the artist?; Collage graffiti; Astronomical clock.

Clockwise: Good morning, Prague; Who is the artist?; Collage graffiti; Astronomical clock.

We took the 22 tram up around the castle to Klášterní pivovar Strahov located within the Stahov Monestary compound.  Unfortunately, the beer is not brewed by the monks but the Monastery is beautiful.

L: Strahov Monastery.  R: Beer brewing graphic.

L: Strahov Monastery. R: Beer brewing graphic.

We then meandered down to the castle complex.  There was some sort of changing of the guard procession which was interesting to watch but watching the spectators watch the procession was even more interesting.

Who's really on view?

Who’s really on view?

We worked our way back to the Old Town crossing the Charles Bridge which was packed with all things tourist.

Clockwise: Snack on the way down from the castle; Tailor?; Charles Bridge tourist trap.

Clockwise: Snack on the way down from the castle; Tailor?; Charles Bridge tourist trap.

We did a bit of a pub crawl through the Old Town and ended up at U Fleku which has been brewing beer for over 500 years.  I swear we stepped into the middle ages when we were seated in the large dining hall.  The nice thing about traveling with only two of us, it’s easy to squeeze in.  I was surprised at how much I liked the dark beer as I’m not a dark beer drinker.

Houskove knedliky (sliced bread dumplings), some other sort of dumpling, and goulash at U Fleku.

Houskove knedliky (sliced bread dumplings), some other sort of dumpling, and goulash at U Fleku.

Although it doesn’t look that great, it was actually pretty good.  This is communist food, my friends.

We walked back to out botel, stopping to buy a bottle of champagne on the way.  After we regrouped, we walked to Wenceslas Square to see what’s what on New Year’s Eve.  Holy cow.  We returned to the botel around 10:30 pm as it was practically a war zone with the amount of high power explosives going off.  It seemed like the thing to do was throw M-80’s a people in a crowd and see what happens.  Building shake.  You feel it echoing in your body.  You realize NYE in Prague is for the drunk ‘tools’ of Europe.

We rang in the New Year with a bottle of champagne and lovely bread with cheese in our botel.  Opening the french doors, we had a river level view of packed bridges (every bridge was packed with pedestrians watching fireworks) and the sky alight with fireworks.



Berlin to Prague – December 30, 2013

As the Americans left for the airport, we left for the Berlin Hauptbahnhof.  This is Berlin’s main train station and is considered Europe’s largest train station.

We decided to take the train from Berlin to Prague with a stopover in Dresden.  Our train left around nine am and we arrived in Dresden around eleven am.  As much as I was dreading dealing with our luggage on the train, I didn’t want to rent a car as I’ve done the drive from Berlin to Prague before and it’s not an easy drive.  The roads in the Czech Republic are not well maintained and forget about any sort of Autobahn type roadway.  The train allowed for Mr. MM and myself to pack snacks and relax during the journey.

Mr. MM on the train to Dresden.

Mr. MM on the train to Dresden.

While Mr. MM planned our time in Dresden, I relaxed and watched the landscape pass by.  After maneuvering our luggage off the train, we went directly to the storage lockers located in the station.  The luggage lockers are a little tricky to find.  Make your way to the model train.  When you are facing it look left and you will see signs for the luggage lockers.  We were able to store everything in one large locker for the day.

We made our way to the S-Bahn platform across the street (Altstadt side of the Bahnhof).  Our plan was to make our way to the farthest destination and work our way back.  We took the S-Bahn across the Carolabrucke to Albertplatz where we switched to a tram that would take us east along Bautzner Strasse.  It took us about 20 minutes to get to Brauhaus am Waldschlosschen.  The Brauhaus is located at the top of a staircase off the street.  There’s a decent size beer garden in the front with a wonderful view of Dresden.  I imagine this place is great in the warmer months.  It was too early for lunch so we just had a couple of beers and made our way back to the Altstadt via foot.

L:  Brauhaus menu.  R:  View from the Brauhaus beer garden.

L: Brauhaus menu. R: View from the Brauhaus beer garden.

We walked back to the Altstadt so that we could explore Dresden along the way.  Our first stop was Molkerei Pfund.  The ground floor cheese shop is covered in hand painted Villeroy & Boch tiles.  Obviously this is a big highlight on the Dresden tour bus circuit as two were parked outside.  This tiny establishment was packed to the gills so we took a quick peek around and took off.  We had hoped to buy some cheese for the next leg of our train journey but it was pricey and maddening with all the other tourists.

I appreciate that Dresden still reflects its communist past in the residential neighborhoods.  There’s a worn patina to the architecture.

L:  Shopping.  R: Graffiti.

L: Shopping. R: Graffiti.

After turning toward the Altstadt at Albertplatz, we walked along the Neuerstadt Markt, a pedestrian tree lined shopping street.  We stopped in a couple of stores along the way.  Crossed over the Augustusbrucke into the Altstadt.  In front of the Katholische Hofkirche we made a left to walk up the stairs to Bruhl’s Terrace, “The Balcony of Europe”.  This terrace runs along the river Elbe and was such a lovely walk with plenty of people watching.  I can imagine how nice it would be in spring to stop and have a coffee outside.

One thing I like to do when I travel is take a picture with my foot on a city street grate.  The street grates in Europe tend to be nicely designed and contain the name of the city.  They’re not at generic as ours are.

L:  Katholische Hofkirche.  R: Dresden city grate.

L: Katholische Hofkirche. R: Dresden city grate.

When we saw Munzgasse, we knew that was the street we should take on our walk back to the train station.  They still had their Christmas Market in full swing.  Such a charming little street and being able to walk through one more Christmas Market made it all that much better.

L:  Munzgasse from Bruhl's Terrace.  R:  Munzgasse at street level.

L: Munzgasse from Bruhl’s Terrace. R: Munzgasse at street level.

As we walked past the Frauenkirche, I asked Mr. MM if he wanted to go inside any of the historic buildings.  I’ve been to Dresden with my Mom so I’ve seen everything but he hasn’t.  Unfortunately, the line to get into the Frauenkirche was so long that he decided to keep on moving.  I guess once you’ve seen the Berlin Dom, it’s going to be pretty much the same or less.

L:  Frauenkirche.  R:  Musicians in front of Frauenkirche.

L: Frauenkirche. R: Musicians in front of Frauenkirche.

We continued on to one more beer place that Mr. MM wanted to check out:  Watzke am Ring.  Mr. MM does a bit of writing himself and I think his review of Watzke am Ring is spot on.  While he enjoyed beer, I went in search of a soccer scarf to ready myself for the upcoming World Cup.  Success.  Per the recommendation of the Watzke am Ring bartender, I found one at a sporting goods store right around the corner.

Soccer hooligan accessory.

Soccer hooligan accessory.

Now for our 10 minute walk back to the train station to retrieve our luggage and board the train for Prague.



Gray Day Gardening

Mr. MM and I are itching to get out in the garden and get to work but we know we have to wait a few more weeks before we even start our garden prep.  In lieu of digging in the dirt, I’m sitting here digging around the internet doing garden research.

Want to know what hardiness zone you are in?  Check out the USDA’s website.  Manayunk is located in zone 7a.

USDA's PA Plant Hardiness Map.

USDA’s PA Plant Hardiness Map.

The USDA released this Plant Hardiness Zone Map in 2012.  What I find interesting is that when we moved into our house in 2009, our zone was 6 per the USDA.  The Morris Arboretum’s website has an interesting article on this change to our hardiness zone.

Last year we planted a small rosemary ‘bush’.  He was so small, I can hardly call him a bush.  Well, it looks like he didn’t survive the winter.  As you probably know, this winter was unusually brutal and long for our zone.

This year we’ll be looking for either ‘Arp’ rosemary or ‘Hill Hardy’ also known as ‘Madelene’  rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis cv.)  both of which are winter hardy through zone 6.  From what I’ve read, the ‘Hill Hardy’/’Madelene’ seems to be the more hardy of the two.  Both should be planted sheltered from winter winds and in a sunny spot.  Placing large rocks around the rosemary will provide thermal mass during the winter.  They like sandy soil so we’ll add sand to the soil adjacent to the bush and use sand for its mulch.  We use alot of rosemary in our cooking so it would be nice to have a bush that will be with us for the long haul.

Potted Rosemary.

Potted Rosemary.

I’m on the fence about whether to plant directly in the garden or find a nice terra cotta pot (short and gracious in diameter) to fill with a mix of potting soil and sand.  This way, the rosemary could be moved onto the porch near the house during the winter.

The other ‘bush’ we’re interested in is lavender.  I suspect it’s because of my romantic image of lavender fields in Provence.  Looks like ‘Sawyers’ lavender might be our plant.  Dark blue flowers on silver foliage.  Although lavender prefers warm sunny weather, this hybrid supposedly holds up in cool wet weather.  Various sites claim that its easy to grow, fragrant and adapts to most sites.  It can be cut back heavily in March / April if needed.

Lavender in Provence.

Lavender in Provence.

Our biggest challenge is that our neighbors have a mature oak tree that shades our garden.  Although it’s a beautiful tree, we have very limited ‘full sun’ space.  Most of our garden is in partial shade to full shade.  I’ve been in denial about our lack of sun and torture myself with our mass murdering of sun loving plants.

I found this nice plant encyclopedia at the Better Homes and Garden website.  Typed in our zip code and our shade condition.  81 results.  Maybe I’ll be able to accept our shady garden with some of these beautiful plants?

I can’t wait to make our an annual pilgrimage to Groff’s Plant Farm!  They carry both rosemary species and the lavender species.  The first time we went to Groff’s we didn’t know that they do not take credit cards.  After a couple hours meandering through their nursery we rolled up with two wagons filled with plants only to find that we couldn’t pay and there were no ATMs anywhere near by.  I was shocked when they let us take the plants with us with the promise of mailing them a check!  Amazing!  We mailed our check right away.

Hopefully we’ll be able to start our garden prep in a few weeks.  Cleaning up the winter mess.  Turning over the soil and mixing in compost.  We’re lucky that we live in the City of Philadelphia as residents can pick up free organic compost at The Fairmount Park Organic Recycling Center in West Fairmount Park.  The recycling center is open on Saturdays starting in April which marks the start of garden prep for us.



Berlin – December 29, 2013

Our last day in Berlin.

Everyone decided to hang out at the Germans’ house while Mr. MM, Texas, and I got our wires uncrossed and headed into Mitte to see some art.

We took the S-Bahn to Potsdamer Platz and walked west to the Neue Nationalgalerie.

Neue Nationalgalerie.

Neue Nationalgalerie.

Opening in 1968, this was Ludwig Mies van der Rohe’s final major built project.  Mies is known for creating fluid open spaces that are inherently perfect for art exhibits.  The interior can be manipulated to showcase the art.  I would love to see a Richard Serra exhibit in this pavilion!   Can’t you just picture his Cor-10 steel torqued ellipses in contrast to the slick finishes of Mies’s design?

I did enjoy the ‘Expansion of the Combat Zone.  1968 – 2000. The Collection Part 3’.  One artist assembled vintage radios that played sound bites from former ‘East German’ propaganda programs.  This was one of my favorite pieces from the exhibit.  Vintage radios — love them.  And I have some sort of weird nostalgia for the Cold War with all its rhetoric.

Vintage radios blaring propaganda.  Cabinet of curiosities.

Vintage radios blaring propaganda. Cabinet of curiosities.

I have a mild obsession with ‘cabinets of curiosity’. Orderly chaos.  I do not recall what this piece was but I love the Louise Nevelson quality of the storage shelves.

Louise Nevelson US Postage Stamps.

Louise Nevelson US Postage Stamps.

I fear that I may wander off the path and start gushing over Ms. Nevelson.  But don’t you see the similarities between her sculpture and the piece in the Neue Nationalgalerie?

People watching in the Neue Nationalgalerie proved to be entertaining …

Neue Galerie Interior.

Neue Nationalgalerie people watching.

We then walked to the Berlinische Galerie via the Topography of Terror, lunch at a small beer bar, and Checkpoint Charlie.  I had no idea that we enjoyed our lunch while overlooking the site of the long demolished Nazi SS headquarters.

Wow.  Checkpoint Charlie has completely changed and now is just a mere tourist trap.  I remember visiting Berlin when the wall was still up and how weighty this site felt.  And how un-touristy this site was.

On October 22, 1961 there was a dispute over whether East German guards had the authority to exam the passport of an American diplomat passing through the checkpoint to attend the opera in East Berlin.  Within five days 10 Soviet and 10 American tanks stood 300 feet apart on either side of the checkpoint.  Thankfully the standoff ended peacefully by the end of the month.  Did Americans even realize the threat that loomed?  I know Berliners did.  I know my mom did.

This is what I find so fascinating about Europe.  You can’t help walking through monumental history.  It gives one pause.

By the time we arrived at the Berlinische Galerie, I was cranky but I don’t think that had anything to do with my unimpressed view of the Franz Ackermann exhibit.  Should one really paint in neon colors?  I wasn’t expecting much after walking through this first exhibit.  Then we walked into the ‘Vienna Berlin: The Art of Two Cities — From Schiele to Grosz’.  And who should have a nice presence in this exhibit?

Hannah Hoch.  As I’ve mentioned before, I love collage.  A German DaDa artist, she was one of the originators of photomontage.

I really like this description from Michael Kimmelman’s NY Times article about the Ms. Hoch:

A visitor once described her studio in Heiligensee. In the middle was a big table, nearly invisible beneath cartons of old newspapers, mounds of clippings from magazines and brochures, pots of glue and a pair of scissors. When the visitor reached for the scissors, Hoch reacted more or less the way Heifetz might have if a stranger had suddenly picked up his Stradivarius, which is to say not well, and the scissors were swiftly put back on the table.

The exhibit showed several of her colleges and several dolls.  Just enough work to make the visit well worth it.

Her self portrait photomontage below makes me think it might be interesting to do my own self portrait.  Hmmm …

Hannah Hoch self portrait.

Hannah Hoch self portrait.


Berlin – December 28, 2013

How did we spend our first day as a married couple?

Well, the Saturday after Christmas is a BIG shopping day in Germany.  The Germans and Americans hit the stores while we (Mr. MM, Texas, and I) set out to see some art.  The plan was to meet up at Rogacki mid-afternoon.  Mom saw an episode of ‘No Reservations’ where Anthony Bourdain visited and raved about Rogacki.

Our day was spent walking around.  I got my wires crossed in regards to museum locations so no ‘institutionalized’ art was viewed.  Let’s just focus on the sites we did see.

We made our way to Museum Island over the Bodestasse bridge where lots of ‘love locks’ have been secured.  I was reminded that while still State side, I wanted to buy a vintage pad lock to secure on a bridge during our trip.  Oh well.  I do love the concept though.

Love locks.

Love locks.

Our journey took us through Alexanderplatz on the subway to Humana.



Humana.  I had read numerous blogs and articles telling me not to miss visiting Humana while in Berlin.  Humana is a chain of vintage / thrift stores.  According to said blogs and articles, the outpost in Friedrichshain is the one to visit.  My thrift store clothes shopping days were left back in the late 80’s along with my punk-rock hair cut.  Ok, Humana is the largest thrift store I have ever been to but I was looking for mid-century modern tchotchkes not a visit to my 80’s mecca.  My high school self would have been in hog heaven.  The Humana in Friedrichshain is a department store of thrift clothes.  Amazing!  But not what I’m into these days.

It is interesting that German thrift stores have the same funky smell that American thrift stores.

L to R:  Humana, Rollmops, Rogacki.

L to R: Humana, Rollmops, Rogacki.

We met the Germans and Americans at Rogacki.  Since we beat them there, we had a chance to explore.  Bourdain must have visited in the am during the week.  This place was packed.  Not surprising as it was mid-afternoon on a holiday Saturday.  The selection of food was very impressive but I do not like to stand and eat / drink.  Plus our group was just too big to be accommodated.  I will say that the prices were very reasonable and the food looked so yummy.

Our group high tailed it out of there and made our way to the good old stand by … KaDeWe.  We know what to expect and where to go.  Express elevator from the parking garage to the 6th floor wonderland of food and beer.  I once again visited the Franziskaner bar for a bratwurst and beer.

Our second to last night in Berlin found us at a local Italian restaurant for dinner with the Germans and the Indians.  One of my favorite experiences when traveling abroad is to dine at ‘nationality’ restaurants in other countries.  Italian restaurants are different in Germany than they are in the United States.  Not vastly different but enough that it’s worth a visit.  Is it better?  No, just different.

It’s amazing how fast a week flies by when traveling.  Sigh.

Hochzeitstag (Wedding Day) – December 27, 2013

Heute ist unser Hochzeitstag.

Today is our wedding day.

Around Thanksgiving 2012 the Germans came over to visit my mom and experience an American Thanksgiving.  After the holiday, they flew north to New York City.  Mr. MM and I met them there for lunch and sightseeing.  All through lunch they kept telling us that we should really visit them in Berlin … especially at Christmas time.  We told them we would consider it especially if my mom was on board with the idea.

At this point Mr. MM and I were engaged and were infrequently talking about our wedding.  My father, whom I was very close to, passed away in 2009 so walking down the aisle was out.

I wanted a handcrafted vintage wedding but I knew I would not be able to pull off the wedding I would want.  Leaving me to be disappointed.  A co-worker and his wife had the wedding that I dreamed of.  But I didn’t want to copy someone else’s memory maker.

Old enough to know our strengths and weaknesses, Mr. MM and I went back and forth about our wedding plans and finally decided on quasi eloping … in Berlin … during the Christmas holidays 2013 … with the Germans, mom, and sister.  Texas loved the idea and said she would join us too.  Everyone was on board.

Two Americans, who live in the United State, getting married in Berlin is an oddity or so it seems.  The Germans went to their local Standesamt (civil registration office) to find out what we needed to do.  Starting in June of 2013 we began the process.  The process included one trip to the German consulate in New York City for passport review, a letter of intent, and a sworn statement that we are able to marry each other.  Birth certificates.  Divorce papers and settlement (Mr. MM). Notarized letters.  All of these items had to be translated by a certified German translator.  $3,500 later … we received approval from the German government that we could get married on December 27, 2013 at 1 pm.

The day started with all the girls going to get there hair done.  Then donned our wedding costumes and proceeded to the Steglitz-Zehlendorf Standesamt for the ceremony.  We had to show the officials that we could understand enough German to  follow the proceedings.  We got through it by the skin of our teeth!  At one point the officiant asked us if there was any reason why we are not allowed to get married such as having already been married in Las Vegas.  We answered Ja (yes) and all the German speaking family members yelled Nein (no)!

Wedding papers signed by Mr. MM, myself, and our witnesses (Sister and Texas).  Rings on.  First married kiss.

The sweetest moments were yet to come.  The Germans set up a table outside the Standesamt with champagne and treats.  A local played a vintage calliope.  We walked out to a spray of rice followed by a champagne toast.

Just across the street was a very small Christmas market so after the toast we walked over for more toasts with Gluhwein, Eierpunsh, and beer.  On to a lovely cafe for wedding cake and coffee followed by a late dinner at a traditional Bavarian German restaurant.

L to R:  Mr. & Mrs. MM in front of the Steglitz-Zehlendorf Standesamt; MM Family; Christmas Market Wedding

L to R: Mr. & Mrs. MM in front of the Steglitz-Zehlendorf Standesamt; MM Family; Christmas Market Wedding Party