After picking our plates clean Max and I wandered to Alexanderplatz, where I was surprised by the care and intelligence that had gone into curating the massive open-air exhibition on the fall of the Berlin Wall. When I first came to Berlin every trip to the supermarket and U-Bahn journey left me prickling with a sense of history and occasion; now these streets have become routine. But I felt a chill afresh as I read of revolutions brewing in Gethsemekirche and Zionskirchplatz, places I now associate more with markets and concerts, and felt a second thrill walking home past these very landmarks, through those very streets. The exhibition is on until November 14.