We are in Kandersteg, high in the Alps. It only took about a half hour of nose bleed and shortness of breath to adjust... Then, a stroll through this tiny ski town. We browsed this art in a street window, met the artist and her old Jack Russell, and took a picture. Note the mountain reflection in the window.
Well, it came out sideways, but (after an easy trip on impeccable German roads) Greetings from Switzerland! By the way, it's snowing.
Of course we had to stop in a classic German bakery, where the linzer torte smiled at us. I wish I didn't feel just a tiny bit creepy every where I go in this country.
And in the same restaurant, our lil 'ol Mississippi girl had her very own pickaninny.
After the baths (no pictures) we had dinner in a little Czech/German restaurant. The ceiling was hung with antique instruments from an old oompah band. In the corner was a little kitchy homage to a lost community-- a bad painting of a klezmer band.
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