Zurich may have the award for sophistication, but Basel has all the class. An hour northwest of Zurich on the French/German/Swiss border along the Rhine River is Basel. Somewhat familiar to me this trip, believe it or not, given my first appearance over Basel Fasnaught at 4am dancing in the rain with the other carnival goers…. This trip I played it much more subdued. Like all Swiss cities, the architecture is brilliant, the river is set just right within the heart of the city, the Munster is powerful, stone rock, and breathtaking…. and the streets are full of shops, cafes, boutiques, markets, vendors, smiling faces, strollers, and sweets. Lord, could there be any more sweets?? Just when I think I have tried them all, another is introduced…and I respectfully indulge my taste buds.
There is no argument that Saturday is the BEST day in this country. The quiet winter street and side streets are suddenly bombarded with swiss folk, native and not, old and new, young and old, sheepishly strolling or at a bustling speed….there is not a crevasse to hide. The city becomes alive: corners for musicians, sidewalks for espresso drinkers, alleys for lovers, sales for shoppers, sites for tourists, benches for readers, parks for loungers….anywhere but inside….we’ll exhale on Sunday.
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