Leave it to me to pick the foggiest possible morning to take the train out to Uetliberg Mountain. And to be fair, it really doesn’t matter. It’s a mountain only in the technical sense–it’s in the Swiss plateau, part of the Albis chain. At 2,850 feet above sea level, it...
It was pouring down rain when Mr. Pretty and I landed in Zurich. Hard, heavy rain that made the air humid, yet slightly cold. What do you want on such a raw day? Comfort. So what is Swiss comfort food? Fondue, of course. Now, look–we stayed in the Altstadt district (the old city), which...
Zurich is confusing. That is probably the first time anyone has ever said that about Zurich because, really, everything about the town is orderly and neat and precise. The trams and trains and buses run like clockwork. The streets and air are clean. The people seem robustly healthy. And yet I...