And what did I end up reading during my travels?
I made a lame attempt at breaking into my carefully chosen thin, small, traveling books while dealing with jet lag, but they didn't take. Berlin is just too interesting, and the towns and countryside of Northern Germany too beautiful to spend any time with my nose in a book. And Paris? Forget about it. I spent my entire time running from one jaw-droppingly beautiful chruch/statue/monument/park/bridge/museum to another and just gawked at the splendor of it all. I was totally flattened at the enormity of Notre Dame. The beauty of the Luxembourg Gardens blew me away. I was rendered speechless while walking through Saint Sulpice. The enormous cascading fountain and monument at Place Saint Michel gave me a tremendous thrill. And the Louvre was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I took pictures here and there but they just don't do any of it justice.