There is a leg that lives one floor up from us here in Berlin. It's the first thing I see when I look out the window every morning, and even after almost two weeks, I still jump a little every time. We have a balcony off of the back of our apartment, and before this heat wave hit, we were having dinner out there every night. I took the bottom shot one night last week at the close of a delicious meal of homemade pasta stuffed with chanterelles (or, Pfifferlinge, as they're called here) and ricotta.
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