Lucerne: We Begin.

My desire to visit Lucerne derived from a half hour program that I caught on PBS ages ago, which implied that this old Swiss town was nothing but chocolate, pretzels, pastries, and cheese. SOLD.
We got in on a rainy morning; clouds obscured the mountains and made for a soggy day. The only cure: raclette, a dish comprised of melted cheese, potatoes, gherkins, and pickled onions. Can I stay forever, Lucerne?

The Chapel Bridge, first built here in 1333.


Monument to the Swiss guards massacred during the French Revolution; Mark Twain described it as the "most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world".

Oh hey, mountains!

A plate of cheese for dinner.
View from our room!

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