Berlin Train Station

I know, I know, I have this thing for train stations, but the Berlin Hauptbahnhof has just shot up to Number One on my list of favorites.  The station is a work of art, constructed out of thousands of glass panes.  A glass building of any kind is strictly verboten in California where our buildings float atop a grid of fault lines.

For me the glass panes symbolize a window to the world.  Trains were arriving from Paris, Vienna and Warsaw.  Trains were leaving for Krakow, Budapest and Prague.  Where should I go next?  I ask myself that question every single day.