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?
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| The Chapel Bridge, first built here in 1333. |
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| 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". |
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| Oh hey, mountains! |
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| A plate of cheese for dinner. |
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| View from our room! |
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