You lovely folk are probably aware of my weird and wonderful fetishes by now... Feet-meh, Architecture-YES! As a 13 year old acne ridden boy with questionable taste, my Virgin eyes were to meet the saviour (in my humble slightly biased opinion) of 19th century architecture. His masterpieces like no other were adorned with oblique like columns and undulating interiors affording him a cult of admirers including a little chap whom associated architecture with bleak concrete slabs not mosaic exteriors and filigrees of iron. My Deity - Gaudi, His work = hours of gratification! As you intellectually blessed lovelies have probably gathered, this post isn't a homage to Gaudi nor to Barcelona but to Berlin and its baroque/bauhaus beauties (Fear not, my Berlin posts shall come to an end shortly, I am however, in ore of its.... everything! HA).