Postcard spotted in a Champéry shop: Il n’y a qu’un seul bon chemin, et c’est le tien! Translation: There’s only good path, and it’s yours. It’s a syrupy cliché, for sure, and any other time, I would have dismissed it out of hand. But, like a lot of cliches, there’s truth underneath the worn Continue Reading →
On a late evening train ride back from Interlaken to Champéry, I was dozing as our train passed through the towns along the Rhone: Sion, Sierre, Martigny…. in St. Maurice, we stopped for ten minutes, and I woke up while a crew hopped onboard to clean the train, with stereotypical Swiss efficiency that was so Continue Reading →