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some railway station food shops are open now, unlike when we first moved here when everything would shut Saturday afternoon the flea markets in the Tiergaten & at the Mauerpark are over-ridden with people selling kitsch it's early autumn and there are still ferries on the Havel & Spree rivers & a juggling act & a couple of musicians blend in with graffiti in the evening we'll go to the B-flat club & listen to Australian jazz no need to worry if the transport runs at night or whether the stars will shine
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Sundays in Berlin
some railway station food shops are open now, unlike when we first moved here when everything would shut Saturday afternoon the flea markets in the Tiergaten & at the Mauerpark are over-ridden with people selling kitsch it's early autumn and there are still ferries on the Havel & Spree rivers & a juggling act & a couple of musicians blend in with graffiti in the evening we'll go to the B-flat club & listen to Australian jazz no need to worry if the transport runs at night or whether the stars will shine
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Sep 20, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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