Went up to the Buchstabenmuseum ("letter museum"); was adorable. Neon signs and other sorts of big outdoor wordmark signage, both assembled and disassembled, in a very weird semi-museum semi-garagey-warehouse thing. So many lovely letterforms. My font nerd heart was all aflutter. Could only wish that it was bigger. After that K went second-hand-store-hunting somewhere in Kreuzberg for a cheap leather jacket, but didn't find any she liked.
Had a little adventure trying to find Zur kleinen Markthalle, getting a little lost in the process, but eventually got to it: it contained tiny delicious sausages and kraut and some tasty very brown Brot.
Finally I decided I was brave enough por provi atingi la faman Jauxdan Rondon, a long-running weekly esperanto event in Berlin. Talked to some german folks and a dutch dude. Was fun. Turns out I'm not too rusty to hold down a conversation.