Berlin for The Time Travellers: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

Mies van der Rohe's steel temple of 1968, every bolt renewed by Chipperfield, the glass hall empty enough to read the grid.

Scharoun's stepped landscape of desks and lamps, the library the angels listened in on in Wings of Desire.

Berlin's oldest restaurant by its own account, open since 1621, with a tiled stove and Eisbein on the menu; the right dinner for a weekend of history. Book ahead.

Chipperfield's reconstruction of Stüler's ruin: the lost staircase hall rebuilt in raw brick and pale concrete, scars left showing.

The city's oldest church, begun around 1230, rebuilt by the GDR in 1987 with the whole Nikolaiviertel around it; the museum inside explains which stones are real.

Berlin's oldest tavern, serving since 1621 beside a surviving stretch of the medieval wall; Eisbein at the tiled stove, with Napoleon's visit on the menu's cover.

Bruno Taut's horseshoe of 1925 around a glacial pond, then the Rote Front along Fritz-Reuter-Allee, colour as a social programme.

Aalto, Niemeyer, Gropius and Jacobsen within ten minutes of one another, with Düttmann's Akademie der Künste on Hanseatenweg.

Pastrami in the refectory of Alexander Beer's 1930 New Objectivity school, the tiles and terrazzo original.

Libeskind's zinc zigzag entered through the baroque Kollegienhaus, the tilted columns of the Garden of Exile and the Voids.

The ninety-minute tour booked weeks ahead: Soviet soldiers' graffiti kept on the walls, the plenary chamber, then Foster's spiral under the glass.

Lunch on the roof beside Foster's dome, booked ahead so the reservation gets you through security.