One thing I fell in love with in Berlin was the attitude towards small independent businesses, the free spirit of the city honestly makes it feel like everyone who has their own coffee house, restaurant, bookstore decided to do it, and just did it exactly how they wanted to. No one seems to panic about branding, or target audiences, they just make what they want to make, and everyone loves it. Everything has an extremely live in, adored feel, everywhere you go where there’s a small record store, or tiny fantastic Indian restaurant feels like before you’ve even stepped inside Berliners have already worn down the floorboards repeatedly visiting. Nothing feels like it’s there just for tourists. I’ve never seen such an honest side to a city before, everywhere I’ve travelled I’ve been where you’re supposed to go – the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Gisa Pyramids of Ciaro, the Colosseum in Rome, huge geysers in Iceland, St Martin’s in Venice, everywhere has ‘somewhere’ you just have to see, whereas in Berlin you go past Alexanderplatz fifty times in two weeks to get to incredible flea markets, dusty record sales, beautiful stationary stores. You go past Brandenburg Gate completely by accident, and feel like you’re not even in Berlin when you see it. I really can’t explain it – I felt like I lived there for those 10 days, like I was really leaving my home when I boarded the plane back to the UK. Something just felt incredibly wrong inside when we took off, and I’ve never felt that before.