I just discovered something the other day. Tina Turner lives
here!!! She is married to a Swiss guy, and has just recently
become a Swiss citizen. I was thrilled to know that - she has
been a kind of hero to me - she carries some kind of Goddess
projection!
Not only does she live here, but her house is about 10 minutes
away from where I am living. I walked by it yesterday, and
took this photo.
It's perfect lighting for the way I feel about this woman!!
She apparently does her shopping at the VERY expensive
food shop in the village. I have walked by it several times,
but never had the nerve to go in there - because I know I'll
never buy anything. But today when I went by, I slowed
down, peering inside to see if SHE was there. She wasn't,
but she might be some day….and I'll be ready!
Monday, 25 August 2014
Friday, 22 August 2014
THURSDAY IN ZURICH
I took the train into Zurich yesterday, and got off at
a different stop than the one I'm used to. It's about
a 15 minute trip - or maybe not even that. The train
goes along the lake - Lake Zurich, or in Swiss German
Zurisee (the "u" should have an umlaut above it)
and on a sunny day is a gorgeous little journey.
Getting off at Stadelhofen, there is a confusing
spaghetti-like merging of tram lines, and I couldn't
quite see which direction to take, so I did what any
tourist does, which is to follow the general flow.
It took me to the Quaibrucke, which is one of the
many bridges linking south to north.
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Standing on the bridge, looking south |
I had a couple of errands to do in town, and if I
had just done the errands I would have been there
for about 45 minutes. Five hours later…..yup.
I just wandered around, losing my way and then
finding it again, looking at the people, the shop
windows, the architecture, the menus posted outside
cafes and restaurants. It was such a gorgeous day,
and the city is so beautiful, with so much to look
at, that the time just raced by.
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This is one of the views from the Lindenhof, making it worth every step of the climb. |
I eventually realized that I was getting light-
headed from hunger, and that I'd better decide
what and where I would eat. I chose a take-away
place, because there was a square just behind me,
and I could sit and eat and people-watch. What I
didn't realize was that it was pay-by-the-weight,
and I was so hungry that each thing she offered I
was saying Yes to….and so I ended up paying
20 Swiss francs for a big container of take-away -
which is more than $20.!! I couldn't eat it all,
though, so it ended up being two meals worth.
It is an expensive city, and eating out is always
pricey. But I didn't think a container full of rice
and chicken and some veg would add up to that
much!
Today has been a drifty sort of day - I haven't got
much done in terms of reading or researching.
It was a sunny day again, which is always a bit
distracting - I just want to be outside. So I
walked to the lake - a 7 - 10 minute walk from
here, and sat in the sun. This is what I was
looking at while I sat there….
Sort of hard to concentrate on your "studies" when this
is just down the street.
OK, now I'm going to do some reading….and this is
what's looking at me:
Good night, talk to you later….
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
AND…..
This afternoon I went for a walk in the Wanderweg,
which might translate literally as the wander-way,
or the ramble-trail - but I like the way it sounds and
looks in German. This is the other side of Kusnacht,
which is that we are right next door to this:
The Wanderweg goes for miles, and there are lots
of different paths to take. Today it led me to this:
Well, that's it for today. More later - perhaps after I
have been into Zurich tomorrow…..
which might translate literally as the wander-way,
or the ramble-trail - but I like the way it sounds and
looks in German. This is the other side of Kusnacht,
which is that we are right next door to this:
The Wanderweg goes for miles, and there are lots
of different paths to take. Today it led me to this:
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It's an old fortress - dating from 700 AD, give or take a few hundred years. |
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It has been cared for, and restored, over the years. The last restoration was in 1973, I think. |
Well, that's it for today. More later - perhaps after I
have been into Zurich tomorrow…..
ARRIVING...KUSNACHT
I thought I would do a photo journey of arriving, starting with walking up from the train station….
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I pass these houses every day, whenever I want to go anywhere….this part of Zurich is called "The Gold Coast"…. |
Sunday, 17 August 2014
THE TRAIN FROM PARIS TO ZURICH, 12 DAYS AGO
Chaos on the train. No space for luggage at the end
of the corridor that I can see, so I have to wheel my
two very heavy cases down the aisle, one in front and
one behind, and then they have to go up on to the rack
above our heads, which doesn't look nearly wide
enough. Thankfully, I am sitting with an enormous
Indian family, and the gracious father helps put the
cases up on the rack - they are so heavy, I apologize
and feel foolish and want to explain that it's only
because I'm away for 6 months, and I had to pack for
2 seasons and 4 different climates….I am happy to
be with this family, cozy in the corner with my 2
chocolate bars and my huge bottle of water -
WAIT!! WHERE'S THE LOO?? Oh, it's just behind
me.
The taxi ride to the station, Gare de Lyons, is totally
hairy, with a mad driver who clips a cyclist on the
hand, or maybe it was just the handlebar - I hope it
was just the handlebar - and then she is racing to
catch up to scream at him, and he is trying to get
away from her, but having to stop at red lights, and
I'm sitting in the back seat just praying that no matter
what I would not miss my train. Cars and motorbikes
are cutting in and honking, and the driver is asking
me things that I don't understand; a true test of
bilingualism: talking to a taxi driver who is clearly
not from Paris himself.
In the station, thank God Marie told me about the
two stations, the old Lyons and the new one -
because the notice board doesn't even announce
the track until 20 minutes before departure, and if
I hadn't known to be in the new Lyons, I would have
been running. Everyone is rushing to get on the
train, and there is a massive group of students who
are blocking the way with their luggage and their
iPhones and their excitement. When I get on the
train, I know that I'm looking for seat number 17.
But the seat numbers begin at 65, and I'm thinking
that maybe I will have to get all the way down to
the other end of the train with my two heavy cases
and two shoulder bags. The numbers jump quickly,
though, and now here I am watching other people
rush for their seats, feeling smug. When the
conductor comes to ask for tickets, the father of
the big family shows him all the separate tickets,
and indicates where everyone is sitting, spread
out over several seats, and the conductor doesn't
even see me - and the mother says to me, You're
part of the family.
Oh! The train has started! Goodbye Paris…
of the corridor that I can see, so I have to wheel my
two very heavy cases down the aisle, one in front and
one behind, and then they have to go up on to the rack
above our heads, which doesn't look nearly wide
enough. Thankfully, I am sitting with an enormous
Indian family, and the gracious father helps put the
cases up on the rack - they are so heavy, I apologize
and feel foolish and want to explain that it's only
because I'm away for 6 months, and I had to pack for
2 seasons and 4 different climates….I am happy to
be with this family, cozy in the corner with my 2
chocolate bars and my huge bottle of water -
WAIT!! WHERE'S THE LOO?? Oh, it's just behind
me.
The taxi ride to the station, Gare de Lyons, is totally
hairy, with a mad driver who clips a cyclist on the
hand, or maybe it was just the handlebar - I hope it
was just the handlebar - and then she is racing to
catch up to scream at him, and he is trying to get
away from her, but having to stop at red lights, and
I'm sitting in the back seat just praying that no matter
what I would not miss my train. Cars and motorbikes
are cutting in and honking, and the driver is asking
me things that I don't understand; a true test of
bilingualism: talking to a taxi driver who is clearly
not from Paris himself.
In the station, thank God Marie told me about the
two stations, the old Lyons and the new one -
because the notice board doesn't even announce
the track until 20 minutes before departure, and if
I hadn't known to be in the new Lyons, I would have
been running. Everyone is rushing to get on the
train, and there is a massive group of students who
are blocking the way with their luggage and their
iPhones and their excitement. When I get on the
train, I know that I'm looking for seat number 17.
But the seat numbers begin at 65, and I'm thinking
that maybe I will have to get all the way down to
the other end of the train with my two heavy cases
and two shoulder bags. The numbers jump quickly,
though, and now here I am watching other people
rush for their seats, feeling smug. When the
conductor comes to ask for tickets, the father of
the big family shows him all the separate tickets,
and indicates where everyone is sitting, spread
out over several seats, and the conductor doesn't
even see me - and the mother says to me, You're
part of the family.
Oh! The train has started! Goodbye Paris…
Thursday, 14 August 2014
MORE IMAGES OF PARIS
haven't posted photos of Paris that I really love, so
will do that now. Here goes….
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I didn't realize until after I had taken this photo that I had also got that sweet couple walking hand in hand as a part of it! It seems like a perfect Paris picture with them as the centrepoint. |
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Loved this sign…. |
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And this golden angel on top of the Paris Opera House... |
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Notre Dame from the bridge - love the spires reaching up toward heaven. |
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My last morning, just an ordinary day on any old street in Paris, but meaningful to me as my last one in this gorgeous, crowded, busy city. |
And now, on to Switzerland…..Here I Am!!
Monday, 11 August 2014
Sunday, 10 August 2014
EN ROUTE, AND ARRIVING IN PARIS
To get from where I was in England to
Paris, I had to navigate two train rides,
a taxi ride from one London station to
another, and two much-too-heavy
suitcases. I had a great cabby, a typical
Londoner - he told me he'd lived there
all his life, in a great Cockney accent. He
kept saying, "It's a tough old town." He
told me that it has changed a lot, and that
it really is quite rough now. He lives alone
in an apartment, and would really like to
get himself a small bungalow out of town,
but can't see how to manage it. He heaved
my cases in and out of the taxi without
even a grunt, and was very pleased when
I gave him a decent tip. I like to think he
will be able to get that little bungalow
one of these days.
I had decided that I would skip London, just
because it seemed like such a lot of work,
finding a place to stay and hauling my cases
around, and really not a lot of time - and on
one hand I was glad I made that choice. I
was excited to get on to Paris. But on the
other hand, once I was in that taxi I realized
I would love to spend some time in London,
and explore the different neighbourhoods
and perhaps see some shows, ride the
Underground, and visit the British Museum.
I will just have to go back!!
The train from London to Paris was really
fast - I think it only took 2 1/2 hours.
I was dreading the tunnel under the Channel,
(also known as The Chunnel) but on the
approach, we had been in and out of several
tunnels, so when we got to the
long one, I didn't realize that's where we
were - which is just as well. There's something
a little creepy about being 150 feet under the
sea bed, with I don't know how many tons of
water on top of you. It only took 20 minutes!
The only way I knew we had been through it
was the shrieking teenage French girls who
cheered and said, "Nous sommes a la France!"
I don't know if they hated England, and had
been forced to go on a school trip, or if they
were just glad to be home. Or both.
My Parisienne friend Marie met me at the
Gare du Nord, where her granddaughter
was also arriving to stay. We took a
taxi to her home in Montmartre, and she
welcomed me with such excitement and
pleasure - I have been so moved by how
people have opened their homes to me,
and the really great visits I have had.
The first night, we went out for dinner
(mais oui!! what else to do in Paris??)
and then we went for a walk along the
Champs Elysees - which was really
packed with tourists. But it was such
fun to walk the long street, ending up
at l'Arc de Triomphe…
I have so many photos from Paris - which is
a city I really loved! It's funny how there
are certain places where you feel immediately
at home, relaxed. Even though it is such a
noisy, busy city, I loved the feel of it. It
is somewhere else that I would love to live
for some time. I mean, look at these….
OK, I think that's it for Day 1 in Paris….more to
come!
Paris, I had to navigate two train rides,
a taxi ride from one London station to
another, and two much-too-heavy
suitcases. I had a great cabby, a typical
Londoner - he told me he'd lived there
all his life, in a great Cockney accent. He
kept saying, "It's a tough old town." He
told me that it has changed a lot, and that
it really is quite rough now. He lives alone
in an apartment, and would really like to
get himself a small bungalow out of town,
but can't see how to manage it. He heaved
my cases in and out of the taxi without
even a grunt, and was very pleased when
I gave him a decent tip. I like to think he
will be able to get that little bungalow
one of these days.
I had decided that I would skip London, just
because it seemed like such a lot of work,
finding a place to stay and hauling my cases
around, and really not a lot of time - and on
one hand I was glad I made that choice. I
was excited to get on to Paris. But on the
other hand, once I was in that taxi I realized
I would love to spend some time in London,
and explore the different neighbourhoods
and perhaps see some shows, ride the
Underground, and visit the British Museum.
I will just have to go back!!
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The only photo I took in London, from the back seat of the taxi, arriving at St. Pancras station. |
The train from London to Paris was really
fast - I think it only took 2 1/2 hours.
I was dreading the tunnel under the Channel,
(also known as The Chunnel) but on the
approach, we had been in and out of several
tunnels, so when we got to the
long one, I didn't realize that's where we
were - which is just as well. There's something
a little creepy about being 150 feet under the
sea bed, with I don't know how many tons of
water on top of you. It only took 20 minutes!
The only way I knew we had been through it
was the shrieking teenage French girls who
cheered and said, "Nous sommes a la France!"
I don't know if they hated England, and had
been forced to go on a school trip, or if they
were just glad to be home. Or both.
My Parisienne friend Marie met me at the
Gare du Nord, where her granddaughter
was also arriving to stay. We took a
taxi to her home in Montmartre, and she
welcomed me with such excitement and
pleasure - I have been so moved by how
people have opened their homes to me,
and the really great visits I have had.
The first night, we went out for dinner
(mais oui!! what else to do in Paris??)
and then we went for a walk along the
Champs Elysees - which was really
packed with tourists. But it was such
fun to walk the long street, ending up
at l'Arc de Triomphe…
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Here we are, Marie and I, on the Champs Elysees!! Photo courtesy of Iris, Marie's granddaughter. |
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Grand-mere and Iris! |
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I took this in the middle of the street, while crossing - not a really smart thing to do in Paris - mad drivers!!!! And I mean crazy, not angry!! |
a city I really loved! It's funny how there
are certain places where you feel immediately
at home, relaxed. Even though it is such a
noisy, busy city, I loved the feel of it. It
is somewhere else that I would love to live
for some time. I mean, look at these….
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These were just some of the stairs going down!! |
OK, I think that's it for Day 1 in Paris….more to
come!
P.S.
LAST FEW DAYS IN ENGLAND
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I promised not to reveal the location of these photos, but this is the North Sea. I put my feet in it, and it wasn't as cold as I thought it would be! I almost could have gone swimming. |
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I took this photo as I was leaving, because I thought it was a perfect image of a typical English village. |
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Curious, but very shy…. |
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Not so shy - and check out those eyelashes! |
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