Primal call

Wilhelm tried the Tarzan yodle numerous times but --unlike Jane -- Gisela stubbornly refused to emerge from the fog.

Saw more sexy concrete architecture (thanks for the hot tip Andrea) and some pretty memorable art at the Neue National Galerie. Thursday afternoon also happens to be the time when it's free but I would have happily parted with a few shekels to see the carefully curated art on display, such was the quality.

And I only got barked at once today, by the not very patient doberman on duty at the self checkouts in the local supermarket (I couldn't find the figs category fast enough on the weighing scale, time-wasting moronic foreigner that I am...) 
Also only told off once for standing within 1 meter of a not-so-obviously-1-meter-minimum painting. And all I was trying to do was to read the literature accompanying it. 

So a pretty good day customer service-wise I guess.

Thank you so much Cordula for enabling me to discover Berlin property. I have covered a lot of ground. 

Only 1,200 photos to sort through now.