A wee Swiss villa.
To big to go around or over.
Looks so good, you would think you were there!
Gliders at Spiez, queuing for a tow
Gstaad, a pretty, old village , overrun by millionaires and tourists
This week the tennis circus, Swiss Open, has also come to town - verdict: forgettable.
Out of Gstaad, after a lunch of bratwurst and potatoes, I was no match for this long hill. Rosemary took it on and rode it all the way.
Still going.
The way sensible people travel
AirB&B - delightful accommodation, company and breakfast with Margrit.
Window box view of Zweisimmen ski fields
Margrit's garden.
Michael's dinner
Rosemary's dinner.
Goodnight Zwiessimmen!
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