Marshall in Strange Places
The self-indulgent chronicles of a writer's adventures in Berlin, and elsewhere.
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A toddler? Or drunk?
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Completely comfortable without pants. Photo by Kata What is a toddler other than a younger, cuter version of a guy at a party who's had ...
A Hangover-Free Trip to Paris
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Paris from the Tour Montparnesse - A city that's always holding something back. We went to Paris last year for a friend's we...
Karneval For Foreigners
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Combine these images in your mind: Mardi Gras. Halloween. Spring Break-style hedonism. Germans. If your mind hasn't been blown, you sh...
Beer Countries
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It’s common for many Canadians to point out that Europe does things better than us. I don’t agree with these views because Europe gets p...
The Rhineland's Mardi Gras
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Carnival has finished in the Rhineland. It is a five- or six-day party – depending on how many days you take off from work – and we got...
Being all classy while killing brain cells in Budapest
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A colleague threw a pre-party, which got a little carried away, and so the pre-party became the party... but only partly. By the time...
The Perils of the Palinka
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The Palinka Effect Joe, a work friend, gets invited into the apartment of a neighbour in his building. He does not speak Hungarian, t...
Drinking Amid the Ruin Bars
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The ruin bar Fogas Haz in all its pre-happy hour glory John A. MacDonald, Canada’s first prime minister and a spectacular functioning al...
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