We adored this cafe in Mitte, Berlin, it was called Oliv (not Vijo, as I first thought, when reading the letters from inside the window back to front). Berlin being our final stop, we were travel fatigued and our pace slowed to something like this: a sleep in, breakfast in bed, stop off at Oliv for the hit of caffeine we needed to walk on; discover and shop; reward ourselves at kuchen o'clock with tea and cake before our afternoon rest; rise to dress for dinner; dine; wine; sleep. 
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