For the past three weekends, I had been going to the mountains, enjoying the prolonged spells of good weather while it lasted. In early September, I ended up visiting a city I had already seen in 2011, but it wasn’t Zermatt as I would have expected: instead, I went to Berlin for the inaugural Lollapalooza in Europe. There, too, the weather largely held up.
En me brossant les dents 