Maria and I managed to travel through this great metropolis straight as an arrow to our various destinations. Thank heaven, because it is cold, cold, cold, cold, in Berlin today. East Wind. Bitter deep-in-your-bones wind.
It obviously hasn’t been this cold since some of the trees have already blossomed. Unbelievable.
We browsed around a small marketplace in the park across from the Charlottenburg Castle. Only the hardy Korean (see collage), Lebanese (falafel stand), Italian (Italian specialties), and Polish (vegetables) sellers were out in the market selling their wares.
We visited the Berggruen Museum. Three floors filled with wonderful artwork from Matisse, Picasso, and Klee.
Each startlingly brilliant in their versatility. Each sharing enough similarities to lend a certain harmony to the exhibition as a whole. Each intrinsically different in temperament and Geist, thus making the visit very stimulating.
I was particularly struck by Picasso’s sculptures and Klee’s colours.
I left the exhibit wishing that Paul Klee was still alive and he could be a friend of mine.
Picasso, on the other hand, left me with the impression he was someone I would have avoided. Can you imagine being stranded on a lonely island with him? No matter how large the island was, it wouldn’t be large enough.
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