Let's be brief, because the sun is shining, and I have an idea.
I was last in Kladow picking lilacs. Ever since, David has been asking when I'll take him. Yesterday, we bought S a round of winter clothing then had lunch at Do De Li (about which more later). Then we hopped on the X34. Kantstraße became Heerstraße; we passed a dismaying number of unvandalized NPD election posters. Then the bus turned left towards Gatow.
Alight at Neukladower Allee, and go left down the path, following the signs for the AWO Kindergarten. On your right, you walk by a small disaster in (sub)urban planning, an acre or two of land crammed with the most disparate little single family homes.
One could lose oneself in the grounds of Gutspark Neukladow. In the spring, we stripped a hillside of dandelion leaves (which we fried in masses of butter once home). Going straight down the path takes you to the Kulturpark Cafe.
The building, in which Bismarck's mother once lived, is fabulously decrepit in places, in a way I'll let be a surprise. (Isn't it tedious when you've seen it all already online?) We had cakes, tea and Riesling before it was time to find the ferry.
Chestnut trees line the path to the road. 'The boat ride was so long!' It's about twenty minutes — a celebratory finish to a grand day out.