It only takes one fiery red leaf to transform Berlin into a picture-perfect version of goddamn Hogwarts.

By the canal, in the streets, throughout the public parks: people frolicking, knowing these will be the last days of sunshine before the sun sets on a medium-summer; welcoming bleak darkness, wet asphalt and the bitter cold.

Before we all fall into that collective depression of Berlin Winter and vow to never step outside again, please let me share with you the pictures of my three walks through Berlins best season: autumn.