Today I was walking and thinking about some of the things I love about Berlin.

I love the way people adopt bits of the street to grow flowers

I love how motorists take care to stop for pedestrians and cyclists.

I love how people trust each other enough to leave their phones on cafe tables.

I love the quiet of public places.

I love the reliable grumpiness of my local shopkeeper.

I love the roses in unexpected places.

I love the high ceilings in old apartments.

I love the sense that a good life is worth the effort.