She lives in the small town of St. Gingolph. This is the view from her yard. Montreux is across the lake there. The south side of the lake is much less populated, it’s referred to as the French side because the French border falls much further east there. The North shore of the lake is in Switzerland all the way to Geneva.
This is a strange shot I took of the front of her house… hers has the lime green shutters…
She had a great garden party last Sunday. It was amazing how many nationalities were represented. When little kids would come in, adults would say, “Do you speak English or French?’ and they’d say, “Both,” like it was totally no big deal.
One funny thing about getting there is that it’s not far as the crow flies, but the easiest way to drive there seems to be on the Swiss highways and that means travelling in a giant inverted V almost the whole darned country (over a whopping 4.5 hours, far for Switzerland). So I went through the St Gotthard tunnel, past Lucerne, Bern, Fribourg and down into her region, past Montreux, around the eastern edge of the lake and she is literally where the pink curls around and ends on the southeastern tip of the lake. ‘Drove through three different languages and cultures in the span of a few hours. Weird.
In the midst of it I pulled over for gas and came across Cindy’s 1950s Diner on the highway. Strange.
It was a jam-packed week. We found a GREAT kennel for Mufasa, marking his first leash-free romp with other canines in years. He stayed there for five nights, behaved like a perfect gentleman and made lots of canine and human friends.
We went to a fabulous thermal spa called Lavey-les-Bains and shopped in the very French-seeming little village nearby, Monthey. Cute little place with wonderful shops. This was a great day I would recommend to any traveller anywhere. I wrote a little bit more about that over at Fine Things.