What a funny week it’s been! A sort of glimpse into the future when Avery’s not living here anymore, in fact. I’ll explain.
We’ve been to Zurich, just the two of us, John and I, for a whirlwind, exhausting, exciting, expensive, delicious two days and two nights. What a thrill just to hop on a plane, and 90 minutes later land in Switzerland, a night flight, so that our walk to the hotel from the airport was a glorious tour of the darkened, but glittery, great city.
I can’t remember the last time I was in a proper hotel — a desperately awful motel at JFK the night before a flight does not count! This one, the Hotel Helmhaus in the very centre of the city, was quite, quite perfect, with gorgeous white sheets and a chocolately soft throw, a gorgeous bathroom and fantastically helpful staff. A total luxury, a birthday gift from my mother. What an escape.
In the morning, we headed out to explore our neighborhood, dominated by the massive Grossmunster church.
The doors are decorated in a kind of 20th century reference to the Baroque doors by Ghiberti in Florence, these distinctively childlike depictions by the great Otto Munch.
And the views from the top of the tower? (We puffed.) Simply glorious.
John looked so happy, sitting by a little interior window, catching his breath.
Then we meandered over to the intensely beautiful Fraumunster Church, home to a collection of the most sublime stained glass windows by Marc Chagall. How I wish I could have taken pictures of these glowing, lively, celebratory windows, but such is not allowed. You must look online at how stunning they are, impossibly colorful and happy, despite the obviously complex messages within.What a joy to see something new. A gurgle of water, but extraordinary. And everywhere messages that I could not read. How frustrating to be such a failure at German, as it happens. No Comments | Read More
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