the alps: up close and personal; from the window of a train.
wengen cloaked in twilight.
from our balcony: the breaking of morning.
vignettes of bern.
old town sidewalks.
street chess, amplified. one requires a bit of brawn to play with this particular set.
it's heady, isn't it? this taking a sip of someone else's life, walking their cobbled streets, poking your nose into their bakeries and quilt shops. and then something startling--the bright, small smile of a child on the street, or finding your family name on the wall of the cathedral--avers that in spite of the discrepancy in longitude, this tiny country holds all the familiarity of home.
Yellow stripes and black buttons
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