Schwanenwerder Island

On the small island connected to the mainland by a bridge, there are stately villas right on the water. About 200 meters after the island bridge you will reach the island's only public lookout point. In addition to the wonderful view of the Havel, you can also admire a fragment of the Tuileries Castle in Paris. The royal palace was destroyed during the commune uprisings in 1871. The founder of the villa colony, Friedrich Wilhelm Wessel, bought the ruins and had them installed on the island.

The eye of the needle is the bridge to the island of Schwanenwerder.

Anyone who sets foot across the simple bridge to Schwanenwerder isn't simply stepping onto an island – they're stepping onto a past reflected in villas, rustling in gardens, and whispering between jetties and trees. Here, on this small island in the Havel, Berlin seems far away for a moment – or rather, seen through a different mirror.The banks are quiet, the water heavy with history. Hidden behind the hedges are houses that have experienced more than many an entire street. Some speak the language of money, others still murmur of the time when writers, industrialists, and adventurers spent their summers here. You don't have to knock – you can look. Especially at that vantage point, about two hundred meters beyond the bridge, where the trees thin out a little and the view of the expanse of the Havel falls like a curtain being lifted.And then it's there – a piece of Paris in southern Berlin. No tourist kitsch, no souvenir. A fragment of the Tuileries Palace, rescued from the time of the Paris Commune, transplanted here by the island's founder, Wessel, as if he wanted to erect a monument to the island—or to himself. The stone is old, but the gesture remains young: a reminder of departure, loss, and stubbornness.Schwanenwerder is not an island for strolling. It is an island for reflection. About property and privilege, about beauty and protection, about what is visible—and what remains hidden. Those who linger here become not louder, but quieter. And that is perhaps the greatest gift of this place.