Arakin and I walked to the bakery next door and brought back pastries for breakfast, after which we caught the tram into town and met Cleo at the huge KaDeWe department store. We marvelled at the goodies on offer (I bought a cookie cutter shaped like a scooter) before getting down to the real purpose of our visit: the café.
Kaffee und Kuchen at the KaDeWe is something of an institution, and I found out why. The others laughed at the suffusion of bliss that overwhelmed my face when I bit into my raspberry and meringue tart, but it was quite probably the best cake I have ever tasted. We savoured, luxuriated, lingered; then, refreshed, headed for further shopping.
We visited C&A at my request, since they've been extinct in the UK for about twenty years. Then I was introduced to the big Humana secondhand clothes shop, where I demonstrated my superpower of looking good in hats, somehow resisted buying a red jumpsuit, and appointed Cleo my personal shopper and stylist in perpetuity (I have been waiting all my life for someone to tell me I'd look really good in jumbo cords and a plaid waistcoat).
In a sudden burst of tourism, we visited the Brandenburg Gate and the Holocaust Memorial, both imposing in the snowy darkness, before heading back to the flat, bread and cheese, conversation, and collapse.