In my initial blog on Berlin I shared that it was impossible not to be confronted by the schwer . The dark and problematic legacy of Hitler and the Nazis. Nowhere is this more in evidence than in two remarkable sites that I visited during my stay. The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe and the Typography of Terror. This blog will deal with the first Die Denkmal für die Ermordenten Junden Europas.

Prior to visiting the site, I was already struck by the language describing the Memorial…..Murdered. The strength, censorious and exactness of the word. Not killed, not dead, murdered.

The language deliberately chosen by the German government. Appropriate and difficult.

As I had deliberately not done any research prior to my visit, the initial impact of the memorial was both sombre and visceral. Located centrally in Berlin near the Brandenburger Tor and the Tiergarten, on a large block, the site is covered by over 2700 concrete slabs ( stelae) in a grid pattern.


The stelae are each almost 8 by 3 feet and vary in height. In rows with enough room for a person to walk between them they are laid out on the rising and falling ground. Were they meant to be coffins, a cemetery? As we walked along the alleyways between the stelae we would disappear as the ground dipped or as we turned a corner, or changed direction. Eerie, grave, sobering, my mind was filled with thoughts of how Jewish families disappeared, gone–removed from the streets of Europe. 6 million Jews. The sun would appear and disappear….light, dark, light, dark. It was confusing, troubling, and overwhelmingly isolating.

The installation was designed by Peter Eisenman. While he said that the memorial has no specific meaning, that it represents a radical approach, leaving room for personal interpretation, my friends and I experienced similar feelings. Wolfgang Thiers a President of Germany’s parliament described the piece as a place where people can grasp ‘what loneliness, powerless and despair mean’.





At one end of the site is the information centre.  The exhibition is remarkable! Incredibly moving and superbly curated. Through a series of rooms you discover the timeline and history of the Final Solution, you are given insights on how Hitler’s policies impacted 15 specific Jewish families, you hear read out load the names of the victims in the Room of Names, and you are introduced to the scale and terror of the death camps. The rooms were a deep contrast to the stellae site above. One did not need to imagine. Visual reminders, pictures, documents, letters, postcards, testimony and recorded memory of survivors. It is real, detailed, close and very personal. Each of the four room tells the story in a very concise and deliberate way.


It was hard to find words to describe our experience when we left the memorial.


As days have passed and I have reflected and researched, I think if you had time for only one thing in Berlin, visit this memorial.

It honours the Jewish people.

It speaks to how Germany has wrestled with its schwer history.

It prompts discussion and reflection on how we govern and are governed.

It is timely. It is what we need as a reminder of the outcomes of hate and prejudice.



For my month in Berlin I had a lovely Airbnb 2 bedroom flat in Pretzlauer Berg. My friend Mercedeh Sanati always steers me to the best neighborhood to live in when I chose my country and destination city. Mercedeh is a world traveler of distinction and co-owner of Quench Trip Design so she knows what she is about!! (check them out at  http://www.quenchtravel.com ).

This year’s recommendation was spot on!!! My flat was delightful.. a lovely 2 bedroom groundfloor flat with a personal garden in an inner courtyard



Pretzlauer Berg was the place to be in Berlin. Tree lined streets, colorful boutiques, grand old apartment blocks, cafes and restaurants on every street corner making it an incredible neighborhood to live in. It is in former East Berlin, and became the hot new place to live after the wall came down (initially due to rent control and now after considerable gentrification, because it is a hip trendy place to hang out).

Even if you can’t live in Pretzlauer Berg for a month, do visit on your next trip to Berlin. The weekends and evenings are particularly lively. Check out this neighborhood on the  Going local in Berlin app I recommended earlier https://www.visitberlin.de/en/going-local-berlin

Some of my favorite places in Pretzlauer Berg included…..

Kollwitzplatz hosts a market every Saturday. Great place to indulge your tastes, whether beer, wine, gin or great street food. Your eyes meanwhile will feast on flowers, colorful stalls of fruit and vegetables and great local products.


In Europe,  markets provide prosecco and wine at the Saturday market. Why can’t we have this attitude in Canada???

On Thursdays the same square hosts a slightly smaller version, but with especially great market food stalls.

Musicians on the street corner of the market entertain as you sit along the longest bench in Germany.Q%k+39nURXOo3ZVy5jfxxA








W9LSnwTzTr27UhUZe1CJrQ.jpgNeedless to say, we found a local gin being sold at the market and of course we had to taste it. And of course I added it to my gin collection




On Sundays, the old brewery, now the Kulturbrauerei, hosts a street food market.. great food, some we’d never tried before.








On Sundays further down the road at Mauerpark, you, and it seems every Berliner in the city will be out dancing, singing, picnicking, playing basketball or games…just hanging out soaking in the sun.


The musicians and street graffiti artists are here in full force –I have come to have a significant appreciation for their art.

Don’t expect a lush green park…this is a gritty city space, jammed full with people, food market stalls and flea market offerings. Berlin on the whole doesn’t come across as ‘parklike’…it has an edge to it, gritty, graffiti filled, energetic and lively.



Pretzlauer Berg is also the home to some of the most attractive shops and boutiques. They sell lovely stuff, in particular for the home and children (Pretzlauer is home to many young families—lots of children in the park and strollers during the day). I loved the effort shop owners put into displaying their wares in the shops…incredibly attractive.


I also found some rather novel stores. Direkt von Fass was one. Bring a bottle and chose your oil, vinegar, liquor, or wine direct from the tap.

But the one that really got my attention was called the Kochhaus.  Now there’s a potential business for an urban entrepreneur. The attached pictures depict what this store is all about. The store has stations of ‘ingredients’ plus ‘recipes’. You chose the meal you would like to cook that night and then pick up just the right number of ingredients for just that meal.. not a bag of potatoes but just 2 potatoes.. how cool is that.


On many evenings we would head out for a meal. Every night from Monday through Sunday we found a lively patio-based café atmosphere. There is so much choice in this neighborhood!!! And we found almost all of it incredibly tasty!!! In fact, there was not a meal we were disappointed in!

Prices were incredibly reasonable and the portions large. We soon figured out one appetizer and one main was always enough for two…  Wine and beer …lots and again well priced, local and delicious.

Although as I said, it was hard to go wrong with food destinations, I am including here a couple we dined in and liked in addition to the markets mentioned above.

Ars Vini – great fondue ( cheese, meat, fish, field and meadow) www.arsvini.de

Café November –tasty typical german kitchen, nice bar www.cafe-november.de

Café Anna Blume—lovely patio, great brunch www.cafe-anna-blume.de

Sowohlalsauch – great lunch and coffee place www.tortenkuchen.de

ABC Allan’s Breakfast Club and Wine bar-–needless to say great brunch  Rykestrasse 13

A great Vietnamese restaurant right on the plaza where the water tower is…

Lots of good simple Italian as well. As you can see we enjoyed!!

My favourite restaurant in Berlin was in Mitte ( kieze/neighborhood bordering Pretzlauer.



PeterPaul  was several steps up from the  local cafes mentioned above. Recommended by Stephen  and friends we experienced a real treat here. It serves traditional german dishes in a new tapas style. The food was outstanding and the décor very classy. Try it out for a special meal. I managed to find a way to take all my guests there and none were disappointed.

Torstrasse 99

In addition there is a great gin bar a few shops east of Peterpaul where we enjoyed some great gin cocktails… a great night out. Check it out at www.botanical-affairs.com


Hoping you enjoyed the stroll through Prenzlauer Berg!!!






The Memorial to the Berlin Wall is situated in the western part of Berlin. While the centrally located Checkpoint Charlie has become a kitschy over the top tourist site, the Memorial has been thoughtfully designed and delivered.

My first view of the Berlin Wall Memorial occurred on my first day in Berlin as I was taxiing to my Airbnb apartment. I noticed an interesting wall of tall steel posts that stretched along the road. Almost immediately I sensed I was looking at the former wall. This section of the wall is very close to my apartment and so the next day I took a walk.

While there are two buildings to visit if you wish (the Visitor Centrum and the Berlin Wall documentation Centre), I found the best way to experience the Memorial is to simply walk the exhibit. It stretches for about 8 blocks.

As you walk the wall you see that ‘die Berliner Mauer’ cut right through a living, breathing neighborhood.

The installation is a very thoughtful and thorough representation of the wall, its physical, emotional and psychic impact on a divided Berlin. The line of steel posts as well as a surviving intact portion of the ‘wall system’ deliver a punch as you consider how it divided a former neighborhood.

As you walk the wall path, you find other posts—they contain photos, written documents, and recordings which provide actual stories of those who lived in the area during the 60s-80s, how the wall was built, how the wall fell, the timeline and details of the ‘wall system’, the attempted escapes over the wall as well us through underground tunnels.


The Window of Remembrance monument presents those who lost their lives in attempting to escape from East Berlin. The black and white photos, the dates of their birth and the date of their deaths at the wall hit hard. While there I found a picture of a young man Werner Kuhl ( the one on the left below), born within a year of my birth, who attempted to escape the year that I visited in 1971.  Hard to grasp that the wall took his future.


The first defector to escape across the Berlin Wall was 19-year-old East German border guard Corporal Conrad Schumann, who was immortalized on film as he leapt over a 3-foot-high roll of barbed wire just two days after East Germany sealed the border. At that time, a simple roll of barbed wire had been erected..he simply pushed a portion down each time he walked that part of the border on his patrol walk. Signaling to the West German police his intentions, who called the press, he eventually jumped and made his escape.


His photo is memorialized on the wall of the building along the ‘mauer’ walk.

Over time considerable additional barriers were erected by East Berlin border patrol to stop the flow of East Berliners fleeing to the West.  Eventually, s 12-foot-tall, 4-foot-wide mass of reinforced concrete was topped with an enormous pipe that made climbing over nearly impossible.


Behind the wall on the East German side was a so-called “Death Strip”: a gauntlet of soft sand (to show footprints), floodlights, vicious guard dogs, trip-wire machine guns, anti-vehicle trenches and patrolling soldiers with orders to shoot escapees on sight. The Mauer Walk provides a real insight into the size of the strip and difficulties it presented to escapees.


At least 138 people died trying to cross the border. While some did make it safely across, it is unclear how many people exactly reached the western part. Some estimates claim that 5,000 East Germans reached West Berlin. Many of these occurred early on in the mass escapes.

The first victim was Ida Siekmann, who died on August 22, 1961, after attempting to leap to a West Berlin street below her fourth-floor East Berlin apartment window.  Others who did leap out of buildings were caught by West Berlin fireman. The last fatality occurred in March 1989 when a young East German attempting to fly over the wall in a hot air balloon crashed into power lines.

Large photos of escapees, the former wall and the neighborhood on the side of building walls along the path provide a clear depiction of various stages of life during the 28 years the wall separated Berlin.

The picture above on the right, really impacted me. You can clearly  see a mother standing on a chair, holding up her daughter…perhaps you can’t see it but far off in the distance on the right side is an old woman, mother of the woman and granddaughter to the child, waving back. Families separated by a wall and the ‘death strip’. Pictures on the left show other West Berliners, standing on ladders waving to friends and family.

One of the most impactful memorials, deals with the effect of the wall on those who lived on  Bernauer Strasse. This street, the heart of an urban space, was cut in half by die Berliner Mauer. It separated families, friends, and people from their local shops. On the morning of August 13 1961, neighbors awoke to a barbed wire fence running through their kieze, and many were cut off from streets they always traveled. On Bernauer Strasse the border ran directly in front of their homes. Residents in these buildings initially walked out their front doors to freedom, and after the eastern guards evicted the first floor residents, they jumped out of the 2nd and 3rd stories—some seriously injuring themselves—the first ‘wall’ fatalities occurred here. Overtime, all the residents on the east of the border were evicted, all windows and doors bricked up and eventually they were destroyed . The East Berliners in this area continued their resistance and attempts to escape… they built escape tunnels, they scaled the walls and ran the ‘death strip’. This neighborhood conveyed the lack of alignment between the population and the East German leadership.

In the picture on the left the path of the escape tunnel 57, named for the 57 people who escaped through it. I was surprised at the number of tunnels built yet the lack of success in making this a real way of escape.

The picture on the right shows the foundation of one of the Bernauer Strasse houses that were destroyed after its owners were evicted. The green space beyond had been a row of apartment blocks housing businesses and families.

Not surprisingly, on the night of November 9 ,1989, the first segments of the ‘wall’ were knocked down by the citizens at the crossing between Bernauer and Eberswalder Strasse, creating the first free crossing between East and West Berlin. On that night the head of the East German Communist Party declared that East German citizens could cross the border whenever they pleased. It was expected that an orderly bureaucratic approach to the new access would be developed. This did not happen. On hearing the news, ecstatic crowds swarmed the wall, crossing the borders, taking picks and hammers to the wall. I expect many of those reading this blog may well remember the pictures of the triumphant crowds on the wall in front of the Brandenburger Tor. Over that following weekend more than 2 million people crossed the borders, visiting family, friends and neighborhoods they had not seen for 28 years. Berlin was one awesome street party, united for the first time since 1945!!!

One year later the reunification of East and West Germany occurred. On October 3, 1990 Germany finally became one country again.



One of the most significant and impactful events experienced by Berliners was die Berliner Mauer The Berlin Wall. The wall is not a distant memory. It is visible and powerfully striking.

On my first day traveling from the main Berlin train station to my apartment, the journey took me via Bernauer Strasse. I noticed columns of narrow iron posts and what appeared to be green walking paths. I knew almost immediately I was experiencing traces of the Berlin Wall. I knew this would be a path I would spend time to explore.



The Berlin Wall appeared overnight on August 13 1961. Berliners woke up to 23 miles of barbed wire strung through Berlin, separating East from West Berlin. Within two weeks a concrete block wall emerged. Overtime additional obstacles continued to be added. In my second post on the wall I will provide a more detailed physical description of the ‘wall’.

It was the most concrete and enduring symbol of the Cold War.

Die Berliner Mauer has its origins in the outcomes of the Potsdam Peace Conference. The victorious Allied forces determined that Germany’s territories should be split into four ‘allied occupation zones’. The Eastern part of Germany went to the Soviet Union and the Western parts to the US, Great Britain and France. Berlin was centrally located in East Germany.

As Berlin was the capital and home to the defeated Hitler, it had particular significance to the allied powers and so it too was divided into 4 sectors,(Soviet, US, British and French) even though the city itself was well into Soviet controlled East Germany. The four way occupation began in 1945.



With hindsight we might ask “ what were they thinking?” Tensions between the allied forces had existed even during the final days of the war. In the ensuing years tensions continued. Over time West Berlin had become a conspicuously capitalist city deep within communist East Germany. In the years following the formation of East and West Germany, a seemingly endless flow or refuges ( millions, many of them young skilled professions ) moved from the eastern communist sector, the GDR, officially known as the German Democratic Republic  to west Germany  the  Federal Republic of Germany.

 By the 1960s the waves of defections were an embarrassment and economically damaging. Many were existing through Berlin.  In June 1961, some 19,00 people left the GDR through Berlin. In July 30,000 followed. On the 12th of August, 2,400 left– the largest number ever to leave on a single day. On August 13th The GDR erected Die Berliner Mauer.

The wall stood for 28 years until November 9, 1989.

Before the wall was built Berliners on both sides of the city could move freely from east to west. They crossed to work, shop, go to school, church, the theatre and movies. Trains, trams and subway lines passed back and forth across the border. Once the wall was built, it became impossible to get from East to West Berlin except through three checkpoints. Checkpoint Alpha, Checkpoint Brava and Checkpoint Charlie. Travelers were screened by East German soldiers on the east and US, British or French soldiers on the West. Citizens of East Germany were not allowed to travel to West Berlin.

My first experience with the Berlin Wall came when I was 21. I was studying in Munich. The West German government provided an all-expenses paid weekend in Berlin for students from Canada and America. Clearly, they did not want the west to forget the challenges in Germany and particularly Berlin. We crossed over into East Berlin through Checkpoint Charlie. While I don’t have as vivid a recollection as I would like, I recall that East Berlin (now under communist rule for over 25 years) was bleak and stark. There were big empty spaces Signs of the war bombings were still very much in existence—it was clearly a city that continued to need to rebuild. The city did not feel whole. The subway had stops that were boarded up and you could not exit as they were in East Berlin.

On our second day into East Berlin, we happened to come upon a group of young east Berlin students. Well perhaps given we were mostly female and they were a group of young men, maybe not so surprising. They were eager to show us places in East Berlin not on the tourist track. We went further into East Berlin to their neighborhood. They spoke of being constantly watched, having to take care in engaging with us.  And indeed, some of the slanted glances we got from others  on the buses as we traveled were uncomfortable. Our dress (expressive of our ‘west’ culture) certainly made us clearly outsiders. It was an unnerving experience. To this day the memories of that experience suggests to me what it is like to be restricted and how lucky I have been to live where I am free.

Today there is still a lasting imprint of the wall—physically and emotionally.

Berliners continue to commemorate the wall. The wall was 96 miles long, 23 of those miles cut through the neighborhoods in the central of Berlin.


To the east, along the river Spree, which flows through the centre of Berlin, you will find the East Side Gallery. It consists of a series of murals painted on a 1316 Metre long remnant of the Berlin Wall. It is a heritage protected landmark, a monument to the fall of the Berlin Wall. It consists of 105 paintings by artists from all over the world. It was created in 1990 and due to weather and graffiti forces has had to be restored at times. The murals express hopes for a better freer, greener world for all peoples. I have included some of the photos I took as pictures can do so much more than words.



To the west is Die Gedenkstatte Berliner Mauer, The Berlin Wall Memorial.  This is what I came upon that first day in Berlin. There is much to relay about the memorial. It gives insight into how the wall affected the city, the Berliners who lived here, those who lost their lives and those who survived and finally how the wall fell.  I will try to capture the impressions of this section of the wall in a subsequent post.



The wonderful weather in my first week, has led me to seek out points of interest with lots of green space and the opportunity to enjoy the sun and warmth.

It was therefore no surprise that I found myself on the U-bahn to the neighborhood or kieze of Charlottenburg.

First a few words about Berlin neighborhoods or kiezes. Officially Berlin consists of 12 boroughs, which are divided up into a total of 96 districts. But in reality Berliners don’t live in boroughs or districts they live in their kieze-a neighborhood which may be defined by geography but more typically a feeling, a sense of belonging. I have only been here about a week and already feel that my kieze of Pretzlauerberg Is my ‘hood’.

Soon after arriving, I discovered a great app called Going Local Berlin. It’s objective is to help you experience Berlin and explore the 12 boroughs like a local. It has more than 600 tips on what to see, do and experience -markets, cafes, boutiques, events, parks all organised by kieze. I have found it to be incredibly helpful wherever I am in Berlin. I simply look up that kieze and have at my finger tips lots of local options. It so much better than the typical tourist info.. so if you come to berlin, use this app.

So, earlier this week on a glorious spring morning I made my way to Charlottenburg Palace. The palace, the largest surviving royal place in Berlin, is in an affluent kieze, Charlottenburg-Wimersdorf. It is named after Sophia Charlotte of Hanover wife of Elector Frederick III of Brandenburg and sister of the English King George I. It was built by the architect Johann Arnold Nering in the 1690s. It was enhanced after Frederick crowned himself Frederick I, first King of Prussia. Clearly, the new King and Queen needed to have larger gilded rooms given their new status.

The palace was extensively bombed during the second world war and bit by bit is being restored. Many of the interior furnishings were destroyed, but I still found it a worthwhile visit. Queen Charlotte collected porcelain, consequently both the palace and the former garden Belvedere Tea House have beautiful porcelain displays

The gardens are huge and have seen many changes as various rulers landscaped in accordance with the sentiments of the times. Even though it was an early april spring morning, the main gardens had already been planted. I can only imagine how lovely these gardens are in full summer.


There is a beautiful boulevard, Schlossstrasse, that runs for several blocks to take you to the castle. Beautiful old homes and buildings line the street, and in the middle lovely green walking space. People play bacci and sit on the benches taking in the sun. As I neared the palace I came across an outdoor photo exhibit. Gegen das Vergessen

For two blocks screens, large 10 by 8 canvases of photos of faces. Old faces, men and women, wrinkled, some smile, some don’t. On some you see blue and white striped hats. It doesn’t take long to figure out I am again experiencing the schwer in Berlin. The portraits are striking, you see the whiskers on the old faces both men and women, smeared eyeliner, some women with jewels and scarves others starkly simple. They speak for themselves. While different, all share a common history-they survived the holocaust.

It is a moving installation! Walking along. I read many of the short histories of those portrayed. Their current age, where they now live, where they lived before the war, where they were incarcerated, who freed them.

On my return home, I researched the work. A “Mannheim artist Luigi Toscano has searched and portrayed Jews who have escaped Nazi persecution in five countries. The result is the photo installation “Against Oblivion”, in which the touching faces speak for themselves and their history.”



I am about to complete my first week in Berlin.
Berlin is at the same time appealing, fascinating and confusing. Although I will remain here for a full month, I anticipate I will  not ,in this time, be able to fully grasp all its features, or to come to grips with what is essentially so Berlin.

Last night I attended Mozart’s Die Zauberflote, The Magic Flute. It was a beautiful warm evening and I was seated outside watching all the opera goers entering in their finery ( delightfully, people dress for Opera). I was joined by an older woman, ein Berliner, also waiting for her companions before entering. I was commenting on the beauty before us as we sat in the sun looking down Unter den Linden. She had learned that I had studied modern European history in Munich over 40 years ago. She smiled and sighed simultaneously and said yes we have such history, much of it beautiful and so much of it schwer. Schwer, meaning heavy and burdensome. Perhaps this conversation best describes my frames of Berlin to this point. I have found much of it beautiful and delightful. But it is impossible not to be confronted by the schwer wherever I go. I anticipate as I describe my first week, you will find these frames set side by side, juxtaposed.
Berlin, vibrant, current, livable. Die Mauer, remnants of a divided city. Berlin, Hitler’s capital, schwer, a dark history, destruction and reconstruction. Berlin home to art and culture.

So to begin.

I have a lovely apartment in Pretzlauer Berg. It is in a five story structure built in an inner courtyard off Hagenauer Strasse. Delightfully my charming Airbnb apartment is on the main floor and I have the enjoyment of my own private garden, where I currently sit typing my blog. Mercedeh Sanati of Quench Trip Design is my go to guide of where to go and stay. She directed me to find an apartment in the trendy cool district of Pretzlauer Berg. Situated in what was formerly East Berlin, it was largely untouched by the IIWW, but its classic old apartment blocks, factories and brauerei deteriorated under communist rule. Today it has seen a typical urban revival as professionals with young families abound along with bars and cafes. My first walk in my new ‘hood’ was a great delight…a warm beautiful evening strolling through an awakening Pretzlauer Berg. The first week of April and temperatures in the high teens and low 20s have me thoroughly enjoying the markets, parks, cafes and shops in this appealing neighborhood.

My guests will start to arrive in week two, so I always try to get a feel for the city I will call home for a month in my first few days. While I keep telling myself I should do the Hop On Hop Off tours to get a perspective on the city, I always find myself simply walking to where I want to go or taking the transit ( which is very good in Berlin–great tram, bus and subway service) to another neighborhood I want to explore. In this first week I have logged almost 60 kms walking the streets and allees of Berlin. Bretzlauer Berg is centrally located so possible to actually walk to many of the destinations I have on my list.

In my first day I walked to the centre in about 45 minutes. Large open spaces still hint at the devastation caused by the bombing of Berlin, but cranes and construction everywhere give testament to a city that is still in the reconstruction process.

Architecturally it is a confusing city. So much of Berlin was bombed or demolished following the war to be rebuilt by differing east/west visions and needs and subsequently by reunification realities.

The famous grand boulevard Unter den Linden continues its appeal. It was established in the 15th century as a carriage way from the Berlin Palace to the Prussian Royal Families hunting ground ( today the Tiergarten Park). The Berlin Palace is currently being rebuilt on the Museum Insel. The Palace was demolished by the East German government following the war. Today’s rebuild is apparently also controversial as the city of Berlin decided to knock down the Palast der Republik, the East German parliament to make way for it. The StaatsOper  ( the Opera House) was also destroyed twice  by bombs during the second world war.

Rebuilt once during the war and then again afterwards, it has recently reopened following a full renovation to bring it up to date for today’s opera acoustic needs.

Unter Den Linden was named for its thousand linden trees ( lime trees). Beloved by Germans, when Hitler cut many of them down to make way for his Nazi flags, discontent forced him to replace some of them. In the last days of the war, most of the trees were cut down for firewood. Luckily, they were replanted in 1950. The street was situated in East Berlin post war. Museum Insel which houses many of the cities museums, Berlin’s Humboldt university and the Opera house grace this beautiful boulevard which ends at the historical Brandenburg gate.


The East West Berlin wall ran alongside the Brandenburg gate. Prior to the building of the wall, many west berliners regularly visited the cultural sites along the Unter den Linden.

A former guardhouse, the Neue Wache, has become a universal memorial to the victims of war and tyranny. In

Indeed as I reflect on my walks down Unter den Linden and recall my conversation with die alte Berliner, Berlin is beautiful and schwer.

The day after arriving in London UK to visit my daughter,  I received the following agenda for GERI’s Gin Tour of London.

As many of you know I love Gin and Gin Martini’s. Last Christmas my daughter gave me the gift of a Gin Tour of London—I simply had to come and visit her to collect it!!!

I had no idea it was going to be so amazing!!!


The Invitation

11:30 – 12:30 Beefeater Distillery Tour : http://beefeaterdistillery.com/shop/11-30am-14th-may-2016/?attribute_date=14-may-16-1130-am&date=1463221800

1:00 – 2:30 – Maltby Market – Little Bird Gin http://www.littlebirdgin.com/#contact

LUNCH in the market

2:30 – 3:00 Maltby Market – Jensens (potential tasting or browsing)

3:30 – 5:30 You must choose:

Holborn Gin Bar – Largest gin bar in London http://www.holborndiningroom.com/reservations/

6:00 London Distillery – Charcuterie and Cheese dinner –http://www.cityoflondondistillery.com/our-bar/

8:00 Jamboree Live Music – PLATYPUS + THE STRING PROJECThttp://www.jamboreevenue.co.uk/events/black-snake-blues-presents-platypus-the-string-project

Be sure to wear your walking/dancing shoes!!!

The Experience:

 Daughter Rachael, niece Madi and I set off bright and early for the Beefeater Distillery for a tour of London’s oldest gin distillery. It is a very small distillery and I had a hard time believing that all the Beefeater gin was distilled in only about 12 stills. But they claimed it was!! The output from the distillery is 80% alcohol, it takes about 2 days to make and is then shipped off to Scotland where they add pure Scottish water and bottle it for shipment all over the world.

For those of you not familiar with Gin, it is a spirit which derives its predominant flavour from Juniper Berries. It became popular in Great Britain when William of Orange, leader of the Dutch republic occupied the English, Scottish and Irish thrones. Genever, as gin is known in Holland, is a favourite of the Dutch….so I also come by my fondness for gin through my dutch genes. In addition to the key juniper berry ingredient, different gins and styles  are created by using other botanicals  ( coriander, angelica, orange, grapefruit or lemon peel, cardomon, cinnamon, grains of paradise, other berries, licorice—the list is endless, creating endless varieties of glorious gin. Typically a fine gin should contain 6-10 botanicals. However one of my favourite gins from Liberty Distillery in Granville Island in Vancouver uses 24 BC botanicals and berries. London Gin must have a strong juniper flavour.


London has had a long and tortuous relationship with gin. A Gin Craze swept 18th century London. In over-crowded, slum ridden Georgian London, gin became the opium of the people. For a few pennies, London’s poor found entertainment, and escaped from the cold and hunger at the bottom of a glass. It is said that in 1730, an estimated 10 million gallons of gin were distilled and sold from 7,000 dram shops. This would have meant that an average Londoner drank 14 gallons a year—I know I love my gin—but that is staggering consumption.

No wonder Rev James Townley (1751) pontificated that

Gin, cursed Fiend, with Fury fraught, Makes human race a Prey. 

It enter by a deadly Draught And steals our Life away

What really put gin on the market was the duty on imported spirits during the end of the 18th century when England was at war with France. Restrictions were lifted on domestic spirit consumption—creating a rich source of tax revenue and a healthy market for domestic grain growing landowners as un. The effects on its people however was devastating—gin was blamed for misery, crime, prostitution, higher death and birth rates and madness. It seems during this period cheap low grade gin was more likely to be flavoured by turpentine than juniper.



The satirical well know print by William Hogarth ‘Gin Lane’ depicts the sins of gin and links the grubby reputation that gin has had for many years as ‘mothers ruin. He contrasts the ill-advised consumption of gin with the healthy consumption of British beer  in ‘Beer Lane’. The government of the day tried to control the gin excess and rein in an unregulated industry, but the craze really did not end until a change in the economy brought on higher grain prices and therefore less affordable gin. Clearly Hogarth’s impact on many brits has been significant—beer is still the drink of choice for most current day Londoners.


By the beginning of the 19th century the gin craze and depravity was almost all but forgotten as gin transitioned to a new respectability with the introduction of ‘gentleman’s gin’. Gin was now distilled in commercial distilleries, regulated and quality controlled.

It is during this time that James Burrough and the Beefeater Distillery came onto the scene. James was a trained pharmacist, passionate about experimenting with flavours. It led him to discover the recipe for the nine natural botanicals now known as Beefeaters London Dry Gin.


Today new styles of gin are becoming increasingly popular. Some of the originals are

Genever, Jenever: A Dutch spirit, still immensely popular in the Netherlands today. Distilled from malt wine and flavoured with juniper, hence the name jenever. Also referred to as Madam Geneva in English.

Old Tom Gin: Now used to refer to a style of gin popular in England in the 19th Century. Typically sweeter than modern gin. Various explanations for how name came to be. Traditionally often featuring some sort of cat on the bottle.

London Dry Gin:Modern style of gin, which has dominated since the late 19th Century.

Plymouth Gin:Similar to London dry gin, although said to be slightly sweeter, and the subject of protected geographical indication status, meaning it can only be made in Plymouth.

Sloe Gin:A liqueur made from gin and sloe berries from the blackthorn.


Having gotten both the production and history lesson in Gin at the Beefeaters Distillery exhibition,  and fortified by a lovely Gin and Tonic at the end of the tour, we were all set to embark on our ‘gin discovery and tasting tour of London.


Our next stop Maltby Market.


Maltby Market has become a popular destination to wander on a Saturday morning/early afternoon. In Bermondsey the street market has settled in amongst the railway arches of southeast London. While smaller by comparison to Borough market, it has far fewer tourists, yet boasts top-notch food sellers of all varieties. We feasted on the ‘best burger’ in London from African Volcano (as declared by Madi and several other irish ‘foodies we met at the pop up communal bar) awesome charcoal grilled British Beef with chimichurri sauce and fries from The Beefsteaks and a delicious Falafel platter from Hoxton Beach. Quite frankly there were at least another 10 food stalls we would gladly have sampled—there is a style and flavour to suit any taste bud.


Our lunch was accompanied by cocktails from Little Bird Gin. We learned that Little Bird Gin is ‘lovingly distilled in small batches in London using unique botanicals including grapefruit and orange to give a smoother more rounded, fresh tasting gin’. We of course each had a different cocktail to enhance our sampling opportunities. Several of their cocktails are on their website but here’s to start you off in the morning.


Early Bird Breakfast Martini

30ml Little Bird Gin

20ml Cointreau

50ml Pink Grapefruit Juice

2 large teaspoons of Seville orange marmalade 

Muddle the marmalade in a Boston Shaker, add lots of ice and the rest of the ingredients. Shake well and double strain into a chilled martini glass.


Before leaving Maltby market we made one more stop and in another archway found Jensen’s Distillery. A little gin tasting of their vintage gins and a sit in the sun, sipping a G&T, while  people watching rounded out our market visit. We clearly agreed with Christian Jensen, resident  distillerer

Jensen’s is gin as it was. Gin as it should be.



Armed with the ways of  world renowned Beefeaters to small local distilleries, we hopped on a double decker red London bus to our next destination, Holborns. Holborns is a grand old brasserie set in midtown London. It boasts a gin bar offering London’s largest collection of Gin, with over 400 Gins and 27 tonics. Apparently, if you had the time and liver for it, you could savour over 14,035 possible Gin and tonic pairings and cocktails.

I wandered the length of the bar and had a good long look at the 3 cabinets of gin bottles. Happily I saw a few of the unique gins, assembled in my gin cabinet, Death’s Door, Genever and of course the old well knowns, Hendricks, Tanqueray ( all of them) Beefeater, Boodles and indeed the new small batch distillery Lady Bird.

Having eschewed the bar cocktail menu I asked to see the list of gins and was presented with the ‘Bible of Gins’ by the gentleman behind the bar. After a deep consultation with said gentleman and a tasting or two I settled on Mayson’s Dry Yorkshire Gin, just to say I allowed my taste buds to sample something a little further afield but still British.


According to their master distiller Mayson’s Dry Yorkshire Gin is

A London Dry Gin from God’s Own County!


Masons set out to create something that “wasn’t just your run of the mill, off the shelf, generic gin”. According to the experts it  is a spicy, slightly malty number that has a pleasant fennel character. You may wonder how I could taste the differences by this time….but this was my first straight dry martini of the day ……no tonic or other additives, just a splash of vermouth, a lemon twist and ice on the side…..and I loved it!!!!





By now it was late afternoon, and time to depart for our final gin destination, the City of London Distillery. We headed down to a destination near Blackfriars on winding cobbled streets and came to Bride Lane. We actually bumped into a wedding party but did not see the bride. Searching around a bit we found a doorway, headed down the stairs into an underground bar (and fully functioning distillery). There is much too entice one at the COLD (stands for City of London Distillery) bar.



One can do gin flights,  a gin masterclass tour or even create your own gin. However, our day had presented us with several of these options already and we settled in for another cocktail, myself another dry martini with the house City of London Gin and a lovely charcuterie and cheese platter.  The ambience was terrific, Rachael’s room mates had joined the party by this time and we relived the delights, twists and turns of the day.



Following our gin adventure you will see that the Rachael  had planned a visit to a live music venue with the girls…it turned out to be quite the adventure as you will see from the animals in the band–but that is another story





A very special day with very special person and her friends who put a great deal of thought and life into a remarkable London experience!!!