The last time we stayed at this hotel in Berlin we came back to find a large crowd of journalists standing outside on the pavement. They were all pointing towards the top floor penthouse where Michael Jackson , in a red jumpsuit, was nonchalantly dangling a baby over the edge of the balcony with one hand while waving cheerfully with the other. This time it was quieter.
'The font' sees a porcelain rhinoceros in the Meissen showroom on the Unter den Linden. €20,000. The font leaves empty handed.
Most tourists go to museums. 'The font ' by contrast is determined to find the final resting place of Bertolt Brecht and his wife in a back street East Berlin cemetery. A literary pilgrimage. We find it. We look at it. Angus thinks that grave tourism lacks the wow factor and will never take off.
The Deportation Monument . Not a great success architecturally. Masses of laughing teenagers leaping from one stone to the other - a kind of high rise hopscotch. It's right that the monument should have been built on the site of the Propaganda Ministers house . An optimistic , uplifting, reminder that " the moral arc of the universe bends slowly, but it bends towards justice " .