We didn’t really have much on the agenda for Tuesday, as we had to get back to the airport for our flight back to Paris in the late afternoon. We u-bahned down to Wilhemstrasse to go to the Berlin Jewish Museum with our last couple hours. It was a very modern building – a lot of steel and glass – shaped like a lightning bolt (or potentially a broken Star of David) that tracked the history of Germany’s Jews since the diaspora. It was a good and informative end to a trip that focused so much on recent Jewish history and persecution. After the Jewish museum we went back over to Kurfurensdamm in Charlottsburg and found a German restaurant for lunch. I had a pretty fantastic black forest cake there too. Not as good as the apple strudel in Prague, but good nonetheless. From there, we just headed back to the hostel, got our bags, and headed to Tegel for our trip home. The public bus to the airport was running late, and then got stuck in 5 o’clock Berlin traffic, so we once again barely made it to the airport in time. We ended up sprinting down to our terminal from the bus stop and checking in with just a few minutes to spare. A fitting way to end our trip of miracles and failures.
I got back to Paris and, after packing for a little bit, realized I didn’t want to spend my last few hours in Paris nostalgically in my apartment. I took my last bottle of chianti down to Pont Neuf on the Seine with a friend and spent the night that way.
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