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.
In the distance, through the trees, the Kirche Nikolskoe. (Do click on that link: the onion-domed church nestled in the landscape is quite lovely.)
The flagstones were still scattered with petals from a wedding. The pageantry of bells on the hour made for a holy moment in the bright, empty nave.
The musically minded might make a pilgrimmage to the hill on a summer Saturday afternoon, when there are free concerts (baroque violin and harpichord tomorrow).
The Blockhaus Nikolskoe is a Russian log cabin built by Friedrich Wilhelm III. (For the story of all this, see here.)
We took a seat at the terrace. The food is, frankly, pretty bad, but of course a view can make up for any quantity of frozen peas.
And then we made our way down the hill, joining the queue for the ferry to Peacock Island.