About 36 kilometers SW of Berlin as the cormorant flies, the small, picturesque town of Werder lies on the restful Havel river. Its old town is on a small island connected to the mainland by a bridge, and it is a honeypot for tourists. So, maybe a hot sunny Easter Monday was perhaps not the best day to visit it, particularly as the train station is a good half hour's walk from the island, and no buses were running on a bank holiday. But for all its popularity the crowds weren't too bad, compared, say, with Matlock Bath on the same day. It just meant a bit of a queue for ice cream (the walnut flavour was himmlisch lecker!).
A walk around the island was most pleasent and didn't take long. I particularly liked the splendidly neo-gothic Heilig-Geist-Kirche:
In the church-yard is a cross of reconciliation made of nails from the old Coventry Cathedral, which was of course bombed and destroyed by the Luftwaffe during the Second World War.
Curiously there is also a monument to those people of Werder who died at the hands of the Staasi (the DDR State Secret Police, or Staatssicherheit). I have not seen one of these before:
The streets are narrow and quaint, reminding me of a Devonshire fishing village (not surprisingly, as the main traditional industry here is fishing, followed curiously enough by viniculture and fruit growing):
All in all, most serene and peaceful - ruhig - and a place I would like to return to. Though not on a bank holiday next time, and maybe with my bike. I can taste that walnut ice cream already!
(Do I keep going on about the tourists? Like we're not ones ourselves? Well, judge for yourself. Here's the main market square on Werder Island; as you can see, absolutely heaving with people, like being at a Wembley football match, you could hardly move for folk!)*
* = irony verging on sarcasm.