I firmly believe in the untapped energy of the M1 line: Along the tram tracks are some real jewels that are often ignored in favor of venues elsewhere in the city that require long, complicated transport routes. In this piece, a sugar rush makes us dribble table tennis balls and belt our hearts out.
I’ve had the pleasure of fumbling around the Mauerpark flea market twice since I dropped anchor in Berlin. I was told there would be flea markets here. The legends were true: My first encounter with the Mauerpark flea market was on one fateful Sunday morning.