So Kurt Tucholsky (1890-1935) is a writer who deserves to be the name of a street in the heart of Berlin, and so he also, very logically, well deserves to be the name of a bookstore, Tucholsky-Buchhandlung Berlin. So logical that the bookstore is on this same street. The beautifully decorated bookstore in Mitte has also some secondhand-book sessions.
As I am not able to sit in a café without a book – this is a neighbourhood of galleries and cafés, Tucholsky offers some general literature for very reasonable prices: I got a Franz Kafka’s “Briefe an Felice” (Letters to Felice) for two euros to accompany my matcha at a Japanese tea house right at the corner. As most of Berlin’s bookstores, Tucholsky also presents a very nice collection of children’s books, which always occupy one of their shop windows. Big bookstores are around, but it is warm to see clients coming for their pre-ordered loves.