We are home, the unpacked bags scattered in the entry the least favorite reminders of any holiday. But the bags, along with the very dry Christmas tree, can be dealt with later. Now it’s time for one final set of postcards from Berlin.
My Instagram-ed photo from atop the Reichstag.

 One child is not camera-shy; the other tolerates mom’s request for photos.

Though he did not ride, Clayton Theodore was welcome on the Berlin Metro.

The KaDaWe (Kaufhaus des Westens), continental Europe’s largest department store. Seven magnificent floors of all that shoppers dream of in one place, including an oyster bar where we paused to toast Jack’s college acceptance with plates of Scottish oysters. (No need to wonder; the KaDaWe is open at night.) 

The former East Berlin main train station, all gussied up by capitalism.
Our car had been parked adjacent to this electrical box for most of the week. Once we discovered that Berliners were just as nutty about their fireworks as the Viennese, we put the car into a secure garage. 
The Berliner Dom.

The Hamburger Hauptbahnhof is now a modern art museum, within which we poked our usual fun at art we don’t understand.

Herta Heuwer, the inventor of Currywurst. We learned about her (and had a foam pomme frites fight) during our visit to the Currywurst Museum, an informative and much-needed diversion from Berlin’s history.

The five of us enjoyed a sunshine-filled day in Potsdam, at Schloss Sanssouci (Frederick the Great’s summer palace) and throughout the park.  Yes, Clayton Theodore was welcome in the park!  (Hint, hint, Schönbrunn and Belvedere…)

 Another for my collection!  The former West Germany/East Germany border crossing.

One of the “Bear”lin Bears sprinkled around the city. This one sits in the entry of the American Embassy, most appropriately.

East meets West at the Brandenburger Tor subway.  After the wall fell, many underground lines had to be reconnected.  Time travel, if you will.

Potsdamer Platz was at the confluence of the British, American, and Russian-occupied zones, and was essentially wasteland. Now it is a thriving hub that we all agreed could have been somewhere in midtown Manhattan.

Berlin. We were here.