11.11am, I was on the train with Susann and Schmez (my bicycle) on the way to Prenzlauer Berg for a French brunch at Tous les jours. There was a ticket inspector on the train, always exciting. Berlin's public transport works on an honour system, so tickets rarely get checked. Which makes it kind of jazzy when they do, because people get fined (€40) all over the shop. Yep, I live a wild life.
Anyway, French brunch. Best food ever. We worked off our big brunch with some ping pong and basketball... accompanied by some pretty hilarious Turkish children.
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