When the tour boats rife with rooftop tourists on white plastic chairs glide along the Spree, when the pale-flanked Europeans in tank tops quaff beer on makeshift bar beaches, when the sky is blue and not low clouds of steel gray, when the Fernsehturm glints and glimmers in a bright spiritual cross, then it is surely approaching tourist season in Berlin, Germany.
When the tour boats rife with rooftop tourists on white plastic chairs glide along the Spree, when the pale-flanked Europeans in tank tops quaff beer on makeshift bar beaches, when the sky is blue and not low clouds of steel gray, when the Fernsehturm glints and glimmers in a bright spiritual cross, then it is surely approaching tourist season in Berlin, Germany.
