Last Saturday and this Saturday I traveled way out to a far-flung part of eastern Berlin to take a sort of brush-up-your-French crash course for...well, let me leave that for another post, but let's just say, for my mystery next travel destination! (No, not France.)
Doing this course entailed getting up around 6:30 a.m. (on a Saturday! I don't even do that on weekdays!), well before the sun was even thinking of rising. By the time I was on the tram around 8 a.m., the sun was finally getting around to leaving the horizon, though of course you can't quite tell when exactly sunrise is with so many buildings around.
I had just been talking to one of the neighbors in my building about the many incarnations of the M10 tram, which runs right past our door. The M10 starts at Berlin's main north-south train line, curves all the way through the district of Prenzlauer Berg, (a generally yuppie kind of place, but pretty hip as well) and ends at Warschauer Strasse, a major party area and a stop on the east-west train line. (The M10 is that fairly central dark green arc on this map, if that helps at all.)
So in the mornings, there are these seriously stroller-filled rush times, where every parent in Prenzlauer Berg is trying to cram their massive baby carriage onto the tram to get their kids to preschool. But then at night, the M10 becomes THE party tram, shuttling drunk (and drinking) young folks to and from the clubs at Warschauer Strasse.
When I got on this morning shortly before 8, I was amused to see that the floor of the tram was still strewn with confetti, a testament to the tram's long Berlin night. There were also a few folks onboard who were definitely just coming home from partying, while others were clearly on their way to work.
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