Funnily enough I woke with a sore throat. It may be all the people smoking in the restaurant. Berliners sure do smoke a lot. The last gasp before it becomes illegal. Manfred came to change my light bulb with his tall ladder and a cool white bulb. I had mentioned that the one he had put in before was a yellow tungsten one and as a colourist it was driving me mental. I was still in my navy terrycloth dressing gown and slippers, wet hair wrapped in a red towel, so I felt a bit like either a slut or a housewife. Never mind my unprofessional appearance, the light is a great improvement.
Once actually up and about I felt I needed some fresh air so decided to walk about taking photographs. Starting out in brilliant sunshine, soon it turned into driving rain, then sleet, snow and all of a sudden back to sunshine again. Talk about changeable, but I got some good shots even if some were in the pouring rain, like the one of a girl walking by the gigantic Di Suvero sculpture carrying a plaster nude figure. At one point I found another tiny Heimat shop and bought some cute postcards, one with silly little photos saying in German the admonition: ‘Avoid mentioning domestic difficulties-we all have them. Suitable topics are children, dogs, and travel-Many thanks!' now whom am I going to send that to?
Meeting up with Sarah Kent in the evening again, we went to Tom's studio so that she could see his work and then went out to dinner at the November restaurant near Kathe Köllwitz Platz, and afterwards walked up to Kakao the fabulous hot chocolate place and bar. One dark bitter 100% hot chocolate like that has probably got the serotonin content of three orgasms. We're going cycling tomorrow.
