Potsdamer Platz was also the location of a Dali Museum. In a mall. And that is why I was there. There were some nice sculptures, and an unreal amount of book illustrations. Naturally, I loved the Alice in Wonderland illustrations best.
Tiles were also kind of an unusual medium for Dali
There was a little theater where they were showing the films Dali collaborated on. There was a little boy of perhaps 7, swinging his legs and watching the Disney film Dali did. When Un Chien Andalou started, I whispered to the boy that he might not want to watch that one. He trotted off, and a lady sitting nearby asked, “Why do you say that…” just as they sliced the eyeball. She interrupted herself with a wordless utterance somewhere between shock and disgust.