Berlin seems to be a party city. After all the museums and sightseeing, the best reason to come here is to go clubbing. Unfortunately, the best clubbing is on the weekends. During the weekday, there isn’t as much to do. So Sunday is the worst time to start being in Berlin.
Mind you, I can’t totally blame my timing. My local friend recommended a club that I could go to. It doesn’t really start being interesting until 1:00 AM though. A combination of fear of bars and that I was falling asleep at midnight meant that I didn’t go.
I took it easier yesterday and used the metro for transportation. I ended up in Charlottenburg palace, now a museum. But I didn’t find any compelling reason to go inside. There were no masterpieces I had to see, and the Egyptian exhibit had moved away.
Instead I wandered the gardens. They were very nice. It was hard to get Japanese-free pictures though. They tended to swarm. I would have liked to see one get attacked by the swan he was trying to pet. All that happened was him getting nibbled on the shoe.