Gidget would have been awesome at the Reichstag. I can see her now, hopping gleefully up the steps of the West entrance, the ubiquitous queue of tourists and citizens waving as she passes by. Her pigtails reflected 100-fold in the mirrored monolith in the observation gallery. Popping her head in and out of the different sheep doors through which legislators cast their votes. No — here I am — Maybe — now I’m over here — Yes — can you keep pace with my joie de vivre?

Big Yes to you, Gidget.