Rambling: Monbijou

I remember the first time I fell in love with this city. Opposite the Bode Museum, in the embrace of Monbijou Park and the river Spree, stretches a bustling promenade. Partially sheltered by lush green canopies, the low wall separating the park from the thoroughfare is filled with people. Friends getting ready to go to a party, employees of nearby offices having a smoke and a beer after a tough day at work, lovers holding hands, on their way.

A train crosses the Hackescher Markt bridge, and the sunkissed trees whisper as an image of the museum dances in the river.

Golden and perfect. In May and in amber.