Three years back, the clipper-wielding debonair Viktor Leske opened his first salon in Kreuzberg. Many million shards of hair, a few awards, and thousands of life-changing hairstyles later, the list of punters vying for a booking has outgrown his precious tunnel-sized space in Lausitzer Platz. Time to expand, then? Better believe it…

The plucky Frenchman has skipped across town to bring his love of a good cut to the Mitte masses, with this flawless execution of a new vision—a high-end salon experience that takes the successful formula of his first outlet, doubles the size of the space, and throws a wall-to-wall strip of disco lights on top. No joke—there’s a party happening in these here walls.

For starters, the dystopian concrete lines of the interior simply smacks of class, urban modernism and an eye for detail—meaning you get a polished steel mirror (who needs glass anyway) yielding the best view of your good self whilst your barnet upgrade is in progress. The bottom line: Whether you’re after an edgy asymmetrical coif or some pretty layers, come with an open mind and trust the team to execute that deadly new style you’ve been after.

Imagine if Tiger Woods—tripping balls on psilocybin—got abducted into Tron, escaped with the help of Kevin Flynn and was then let loose in the blackened basement of a café with a truck-load of U.V paint and 3D glasses. The result would probably look a little something like Schwarzlicht Minigolf…

Hidden beneath the Isa Mitz café in Görlitzer Park and realised with the help of local blacklight collective Sinneswandeln, Schwarzlicht consists of 18 illuminated holes spread across five rooms and decorated with mind-bending visuals inspired by cyperpunk, sci-fi cover art and psychedelic deep-sea depths. The place fills up quickly in the evenings so it’s worth sticking your head in for a cheeky reccy before you play—no one wants to get stuck behind the space-cadet giggling at the glow in the dark volcano.

Stretching past the shadow of the St. Matthias Kirche, this beloved Schöneberg mainstay is a magnet for food-fanatics and locals alike, as well as enamouring all chancers who happen upon the twice-weekly hustle and bustle. With a nigh on endless bounty of cheeses, jams, honeys, meats and an abundance of other colorful produce, the joy here is to be had in wondering—indulging in a little (though more likely a lot of) try before you buy.

Aside from a little high-grade grocery shopping, Markt am Winterfeldtplatz is a great spot to grab some lunchtime eats, with Thai soup stalls vying with Pelmeni, fresh smoked fish and gourmet sausage stands for the chance to make their mark on your taste buds. Proceed with caution though—there’s little to stop you going overboard at this Berlin smorgasbord.

Every Berliner’s favourite stop for a little greenery. If Görli were a person it’d be the scruffy hungover stoner who was struggling to roll his cigarette through half open, bloodshot eyes. He’d have bushy hair, style that was so wrong it was somehow right and be far friendlier than you’d think at first glance.

Once an old railway station and then home to British anarchist art communes, Görlitzer is now a full-time, run-down, graffiti-garnished park space and first port of call for Kreuzbergers of all kinds when the sun decides to shine—ensuring that there’s always a bit of a reckless buzz about the place. So don’t be surprised to see the occasional rave pop up out of nowhere—especially in amongst the Mayday chaos. And for those too lazy, or too yuppie, to get themselves to the Späti for some Sternburgs, the café-come-club Edelweiss is there to lubricate proceedings.

Like the chicken and the egg scenario, it’s hard to tell which came first for (l’) Atelier owner Julie: electro music or hairdressing. These two seemingly disparate creative jaunts form an unexpectedly harmonious marriage at this salon.

Here, DJs spin soft contemporary beats while clients gaze at wall murals courtesy of artist collective p*nitas as their tresses turn to shades of auburn, ash-blond or fire-engine red. Whilst the salon does host the odd DJ bash, it’s the team’s snipping skills that are actually the real stars of this place, creating highly personalized looks that will have you guarding your locks from water for at least a week.

If you find Mauer Park a little too try-hard-trendy and think Arkonaplatz is lacking a little scope then this old school indoor haven for the fleamarket purist is probably where you’ll find your refuge. Sprawling across three cavernous halls in the Arena complex, the stalls at this bargain-hunting bad-boy never come down—the traders just return every weekend adding to the precarious piles that are already threatening to spontaneously implode.

And if something exists, or has ever existed ever, there’s a solid chance you’re going to find it here: long-lost technological titbits, low-budget furniture from household clearance companies, venerable toolboxes and TV remote controls (to replace the one still being digested by your sofa) included. Those with short attention spans take note though—this one’s definitely going to require some dedicated searching. So strap on your concentration cap, or bang a couple of ritalin, and dive in.

The old amusement park was opened in 1969 as a the “Kulturpark Plänterwald,” and was, at the time, the only permanent amusement park in the German Democratic Republic. Visiting the park today, it’s hard to wrap your brain around the fact that the greens were open to the public as late as 2001.

Since no further investors were found, the park closed down and its owners shipped some rides to Peru. In a desperate attempt to raise funds, the Magic Carpet ride was sent back packed full with 180 kilos of cocaine. Police put an end to the daring scheme and back in Berlin, mother nature took possession of the theme park. These days, you’ll find rusted rides, sprawled along the hairy branches of trees and overgrown bushes. Just make sure you watch out for the wardens.