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... church - the origins of which date back to the 1100's, we could see the massive twin towers. We went inside and it looked like a music group might be setting up but then I saw a door that looked like it led to one of the towers. It was 4 Francs to enter. It turned out to be stairs all the way up to the top of the tower! Challenge accepted! The first half were tightly winding and very steep stone stairs. Only one person could pass by at once. Too bad if someone ...
... sites. Other than a super relaxing day, it was super sites day. As my Dad would have said, WOW! The views from the top of this mountain were simply amazing.
We reversed our route back to our hotel to walk around and take in some more of the city. Bill wanted to hit the casino for a poker chip, which turned out to be the saddest casino and chip ever.
The pictures speak for themselves from this lovely day in Switzerland.
... held up two fingers indicating the minutes we had until our train was to leave. I grabbed a small hand and started to run as we entered with the door closing right behind John. He thought it was thrilling to be so close to their down to the minute scheduling (8:03 means 8:03). However, I prefer a bit of cushioning. Jesse had checked the availability of the glass blowing factory being open on Sunday and the literature proved to be wrong.
... and Fritz made it back.
It was a fun evening with our host and great Noemi was able to join us.
The guys cleaned up amidst great heckling and bossiness.
We walked Noemi to the train station for her trip back to Rapperswil and said our goodbyes.
Returned and did a bit of final packing, last bits tomorrow. Said our goodbyes to Hedwig, she had to head out early in the morning.
This evening was a nice wrap-up of our Swiss trip.
... to earn some Euros and boy, were they earning a few. One guy was playing an accordion and the other was playing clarinet for some of their pieces, but inbetween he recited some prose, probably in Macedonian because I did not recognise the language. To be truthful, it could have been in any language and it would have been just as mesmerising - his passion, his voice and the way he moved about on his stage (the pavement) was well worth a few ...