Well, Melissa went home, I got even sicker, and the weather got colder. A perfect recipe for homesickness. Here are a couple last pics of Berlin, a place that demands a week more than three days.
Here's a F.O. Gehry sculpture in a stodgy bank just down the street from the famous Brandenberg Gate. The lady at the front desk felt that my architectural pilgrimage should stop at the entrance, so this is all I could see. Not terribly impressive, I know, but you had to be there.
Peter Eisenman's Memorial for the Murdered Jews of Europe. It's a large field of concrete boxes of varying heights. It's a little confusing, strange, and uncomfortable, (and very gray) but hey, maybe that's the point.
Here's a F.O. Gehry sculpture in a stodgy bank just down the street from the famous Brandenberg Gate. The lady at the front desk felt that my architectural pilgrimage should stop at the entrance, so this is all I could see. Not terribly impressive, I know, but you had to be there.
Peter Eisenman's Memorial for the Murdered Jews of Europe. It's a large field of concrete boxes of varying heights. It's a little confusing, strange, and uncomfortable, (and very gray) but hey, maybe that's the point.
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