It’s that time of year again. The sweet scent of linden trees fills the air, replaced every now and then by the smell of rain on hot concrete. The nights are short, the clouds scarce and the flâneur is full of optimism. Despite the arrival of the holiday season, he’s not even contemplating turning his back on his island of Berlin. Why venture to faraway lands when everything he could ever need is right here?
Who needs a marina to saunter around when the architecture of Stüler, Schinkel and Scharoun can be admired under your nose? The flâneur’s favourite route starts at one of Berlin’s many museums, before taking him to the Tiergarten park for a siesta. Sun-kissed and serene, he then strolls off to the new, old West. Dressed in statement shoes and lightweight clothing, he is full of the joys of summer.
Unlike the seasonal visitor, the flâneur really knows every corner of this city like the back of his hand. After all, there aren’t many places he hasn’t stood and chatted to friends for hours on end. Much to his amusement, it’s fun to act surprised when bumping into someone he knows. “Wow, fancy seeing you here! Don’t you look great! Come on, let’s indulge in sweet idleness together.”
No, she wasn’t bored without him. But his BIKINI BERLIN beauty is delighted that he has returned. She invites him for an aperitif on her rooftop terrace and the flâneur doesn’t have to think twice.
After climbing a few steps, he stands at the top and soaks in the view of the city, spread out beneath him like the ocean. He raises his glass to the horizon and makes a toast to everyone who’s missing out on this special moment in time.