|You lookin' at me, biotch?|
|This lovely work of decoupage (a popular Swiss craft) by Rehane Favereau can be inverted, to show the going up and the coming back down.|
|There were no curtains on the window. For privacy, you had to open the window and close the shutters.|
Winkie and I did not figure that out.
Knowing how much Pat loves mountain passes, with their sharp switchbacks and narrow lanes, Ross took us to Charmey via the Jaunpass. It was absolutely spectacular.
When we reached Charmey, which ordinarily has a population of fewer than 2,000, we encountered a traffic jam. Not to worry; we parked and walked to the centre of the festivities within about five minutes. Many of the farmers and children were dressed in traditional garb.
The men wore short-puffy-sleeved jackets and pants made out of a sort of denim. (You can also see how crowded it was in these pictures.)
The shirts had a ribbon-like pattern of Edelweiss flowers. I seriously wanted to take this little blondie home with me.
|I also wouldn't mind his pain au chocolat.|
Some also wore black, lace-trimmed hats. (At first, I thought they were wigs and wondered why so many local girls had cancer.)
But the cows were really the main event. Each herd was preceded by the farmer, followed by jubilantly decorated cows.
|"Oh, Isabel, did you see Pearl? She was totally wearing last year's flowers."|
Periodically, a troupe of "bellringers" (I don't know what their official name is) would perform.
|Those bells weigh a TON.|
There were market stalls all over the place. One of the first things I did was buy a chunk of well-aged Gruyere cheese.
|I'll bet her back was sore that night.|
|If you enlarge this picture, you can see the Edelweiss pattern on his shirt.|
It was rather distressing to watch, actually.
And then we retrieved our car, only to discover that the only way through the town was to follow behind the cows. At a cow's pace. Suddenly, we gained an appreciation for how much of a march this really was. Poor animals. I'm sure they were all greatly relieved to reach their pastures!
On our way home, we drove through the Lavaux vineyards.
We had stopped to take a look at the vineyards on our way out to Shilthorn (most of these pictures are from that pause).
|Enlarge this panorama to see more detail.|
|Love those Roman arches.|
Even with the cities and towns growing up around them, these vineyards have been tended for about a thousand years.
|They reach right down to Lake Geneva.|
Another day full of memories and, again, graced with perfect weather!