Britta's Letters from her life divided between city-life in German's capital Berlin and life in a Bavarian village

Monday 26 September 2016

Boring for England?

No, I don't want to bore you. 
So these photos will be the last ones from my visit to London I'll show you, promised.   
They are more traditional, because Rachel complained that the others "could be everywhere"- 
These ones NOT

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Ha, you might think: now I've got you! These could be from Paris! 
Maybe they could - but they are from Battersea Park
Glorious! 

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And can you believe that the father of my friend Trish accompanied Mr.Churchill to the Wannsee-Konferenz? 
And that I saw a letter to her father, written by him: 


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PS: "And what do you think of Britta's Dream Aga, Sweetie?" 
                                                  
"Absolutely Fabulous!"


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... and VERY British 

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And this I found - I swear - in London -  Street Art you could find anywhere? 
:

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Anyway: I will return. Again. And again. 
(Promise to myself)

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Monday 19 September 2016

A quick run on Monday through London (Part II)


I visited museums for old and modern Art 

e.g. Tate Britain 

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and Tate Modern

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revelled in Street Art 


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and felt refreshed by Nature 

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saw Things battling hard to survive 

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or having lost the fight against time already

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 dreaming seclusively of times bygone

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while others, overhauled,  look somehow like fakes: 

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As it is Monday evening (but I promised to write, so discipline wins) I was a bit in a hurry, sorry - in a few days I will show you the last (condensed) part of my impressions of lovely London.






Saturday 17 September 2016

London - at last (and at length...)



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Dear You, 
while I want to tell you about my stay in London, I feel like her, above - trying to play this:

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yes: all those titles in the shop "The Duke of Uke" are adapted for ukulele - I ask you: can you imagine AC/DC on ukulele??? 

My friends could, evidently...

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(While they plunked they still had enough power to withhold me from entering the pub of the legendary Kray-Twins in East End - on the other side of the Duke - from where they schemed their criminal activities in London - the twins, I mean). 

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They didn't know that I have a special guardian angel - you can find him in Tate Britain (where my journey started, after meeting my wonderful friend Trish. 

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My angel and I - in close embrace we reach our ideal body weight, BMI alright, I feel sooo protected!
When I had enough from ukulele chirping, I went to get some real music: the Saatchi Gallery exhibited the Rolling Stones (and kindly gave me a special solo (!!) concert of Mick - wearing the offered 3-D-specs - gosh! was I happy that nobody else saw me with them - only Mick - looking quite wintery but vivid, and very tiny ("Hi, Mick - love your latest! - but I also love my High Heels!)

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You say that my impressions of  "London - Part I"  seem a bit hazy?

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That has nothing to do with the huge Craft Beer Festival in The Oval (Space) (which was a bit difficult to find - because there is another "Oval" near Vauxhall station - but I just followed those guys whose body-type seemed to indicate that they do love beer - real ale..).

Now, sweety, I'll give you a short rest.

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After the weekend we'll meet again in wonderful, wonderful London. "Nice to meet you, hope you guess my name... uh, uh..." 

In case you should have forgotten - due to my long absence from blog-land - it's:

Britta xxx



Sunday 4 September 2016

We Are Beer

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"Not commenting makes me feel guilt-stricken and nervy. I am prone to that." - this I found on Mise's blog. 
Yes! Yes! Yes! - or: Same! Same! Same! (Dropped the "H" nonchalantly after meeting some real Londoners). 
Because my guilty secret is: 
I am back from LONDON - and VIENNA - and have neither written nor read posts for almost 2 weeks after coming home. 

Though actually I had such a sensational heading:  "SUNBURN in LONDON!" (And never in my life I had a sunburn before - but at the Craft Beer Festival in The Oval Space it (almost) happened). 
Outside of course - above you see the inside - at the beginning - later you couldn't put a foot into it -- too many people, too much beer on the floor. But: fun. 
I will tell you of my adventures soon. 

But before that I have to negotiate a contract with London's tourist advertisement: 
at last (thanks, Google, tracing every step of mine!) they noticed that every time I come to England - 
                                the weather is exceptionally HOT. 
They want to book me now.