As I was waiting in front of Martin Gropius Museum, one of the finest building in Berlin, I soon realised I was in a terrible smoke which after half an hour's waiting made me cough and an hour later I had to take sips off my small mineral water bottle from my cotton bag because it was becoming unbearable to breathe in such an acrid smoke. The queue was not moving as it was lunch-time and not many museums are opened on mondays in Berlin. The exhibition was worth waiting for! When preparing my trip, I was so thrilled to find out I could actually see Frida Khalo's paintings!
There was a lot of coughing in the queue and the ugly chimney stuck on this beautiful façade was a disgrace with all that smoke coming out! how on earth did they get permission for such a terrible eyesore?
Gradually coughing and drinking water from time to time, I eventually was in the building to face another queue for the tickets(a very unwelcoming gentleman was at the ticket-office and a shocking price too for the whole museum, 21€ and for the exhibition only 10€), then another queue facing the staircase, in front of a lady -attendant. I was still coughing and when she inspected my cotton bag (with my small mineral bottle and my guidebook) she told me off, and asked me to leave the bottle at the cloackroom downstairs. At that very moment my patience went off , I politely said I needed the water because I was choking due to the long queue in the smoke and that even indoors the smoke could be smelt, and coughing heard, she said something in German, I asked her if she understood my English then she took me to the ticket-office and the same unwelcoming gentleman told me in perfect English that the rule was no bottle in the museum, so I said well in that case I am not staying... got my money back, and went off.
I had dreadful thoughts during this unfortunate episode, walked up the road, took a photo of this façade and then went through the open air Typographie des terrors which is next to this disfigured Martin Gropius Museum.
Bonjour Yvette,
ReplyDeleteJe suis un ami de Smorgy de San Diego et je voulais seulement vous dire bonjour.
J'habite dans le Cantal avec me femme qui est Parisienne. Mais je suis Allemand, né à Berlin.
Sorry pour le Musée de Gropius. Les fonctionnaires sont les mêmes au monde entier.
Ma chanteuse préférée est Lucia Popp, morte depuis longtemps comme c'est Kasarova pour Smorgy.
Georg
J'ai découvert Berlin tard dans ma vie. Merci pour ce bonjour amical. C'est très dommage cette cheminée en façade, impensable en France avec la protection des monuments historiques. Je vais me mettre à jour sur le blog, j'ai eu tant de joie à écouter beaucoup de musique à Berlin en trois jours! Maintenant je vais vous lire aussi. Lucia Popp est irremplaçable.Vive Smorgy ! (je ne sais pas comment il a pu atterrir chez moi...d'ailleurs)
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