Breakfast room in Asta Nielsen’s old salon.
Staying at Pension Funk in beautiful Charlottenburg was almost like time travel of sorts.
I like travelling alone but the downside is usually the fact that there’s nothing much to to do in the later evening. But here I felt so utterly comfortable, that just staying in the room was inspiring. I just enjoyed reading magazines, writing notes, planning the next day, pretending I was Asta Nielsen :). Didn’t miss the tv one bit either. Here’s what I wrote down the night of my arrival:
“Well well well! You know those moments when you go somewhere and immediately get the feeling that you’ve entered inside your own head? Or at least a very pleasant dream? It’s like there are nice and familiar places but then there are these Very Special Places that instantly feel like a part of you somehow. Pension Funk is one of those places of the latter kind. I’m blown away with awe.”
The rest of the pics are here.