TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Noldapark St. Moritz
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... has about 2-300 inhabitants is very quaint and remote , the only Restaurant some years ago a famous Fish Speciality Michelin Guide award winner has long since closed its door, and the Building is in the process of being converted into small apartments, Apartment Buildings are going up like Mushrooms everywhere in Switzerland at an astounding rate... and I'm wondering when this is coming to an halt. Enough of my rant here , Switzerland is ...
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... and temperatures into the 70's.
We walked around the town of Tirano. It was no great shakes, but we had lunch of pizza and a carafe of red wine. Eldon wasn't driving so he could enjoy himself as well. It took 2 1/4 hours to return from Tirano to St. Moritz. We are so glad we didn't pop for the Glacier Express. That would have been 7 1/2 hours on the train. We'd had enough ...
We had a lovely dinner last night at our hotel restaurant. I had baked bass, Eldon had mushroom risotto, and we also had a side salad and a side of green beans. We were in Italy so it didn't cost us an arm and a leg.
We had a lovely buffet breakfast this morning as well. Eldon and I both wonder how these places can afford to stay open and serve such nice meals. I don't think there were more than 3 couples staying here last night.
We had ...
... We had to be careful when crossing the road, not to be cleaned up by a Lamborghini, Massariti, or Porsche.
We even found their answer to the leaning tower! We set off on one of many well marked Alpine hiking trails above St Moritz and after a while stopped for an Alpine picnic where we were entertained by the antics of squirrels in the tree tops. The cold eventually had us returning to town as our hands ...