We waited for a sunny day, and set out early.
Bus 218 ends at the ferry to Pfaueninsel. I remembered a restaurant in the hills above the water. The uphill path past the two Biergärten leads through the woods, with flashes of blue between the trees.
A birthday highlight? Being taken out for dinner at Jung, Grün & Blau.
On the journey home, I played through the little dishes as one would a piece of music. The first cherries of the year in a snow of goat's cheese and the bitter-toned lemon ice stayed with me particularly, as did the waft of juniper smoke.
The olive oil was foraged from abandoned groves in Spain.
The trio of under-21s running the show are full of a delightful energy, and I wish them all the best.
Jung Grün & Blau, near the Turmstraße station, Berlin-Moabit
Address, bookings and contact through the website.