by Zoë Noble
The weather was perfect. PERFECT. The trees and buildings glowed a magical golden colour that made even the most hardened of Berliners smile maniacally. People were frolicking in the waters or lazing in the afternoon sun on the banks of the Landwehrkanal. It was like the whole of Berlin was outside, soaking up what might be the last of the good weather, enjoying the city.
On days like that I feel so grateful for living in such a wonderful city.