Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Münster (CH)

On our way home from mountain-gaping in the Valais, we drove through the Goms. The Goms is neither a toothless old lady nor a paramilitary police force from the future, but a hilly region of the upper Rhone valley east of Brig – basically a string of tiny villages gathered along a ridge. (The Walsers, for which the canton Valais (Wallis in German) is named, settled in these high mountainous areas when the Romansch down below weren't looking and started to farm and raise cows.)


We paused in Münster in honor of our Munster (IN) buddies. We immediately loved this sweet little gathering of wooden houses and churches. Like the wood itself, it seemed settled in, undisturbed, contented with age.


We were perplexed by the purpose of the houses perched on stones – but it turns out these are actually "high Alpine barns."  This style of barn was developed by the Walsers, based on the structure of medieval granary storehouses.  The lower section, called a "gable forebay," was designed to increase hay storage and protect the door opening below from snow during long alpine winters. Raising the barn on stone pillars also helped prevent critters from accessing food stores. 

More on these clever Walsers here.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Meet this year's Mr. Switzerland (not to be confused with Swiss Mr.), a friendly, fun, and perky carpenter from Glarus:

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Canzone per mio marito

Parigi è una bella città
dove si beve e l'amore si fa.

Hai incontrato mio marito? [Si!]
Di che colore era vestito? [Rosso!]

Rosso è un bel colore,
vuoi uscire per favore?

Monday, May 4, 2009

Embassy sweetness

After having spent so much time in the embassy district in Bern lately, I find Lugano to be somewhat lame by comparison. Where are the security cameras and the machine guns and my police escort? I kind of miss the suspicious stares and the pat downs. And that taco stand. I miss the taco stand. All we've got in Lugano is racial profiling and graffiti. And, if I must be fair, an overpriced Mexican cantina.

I'm not sure why no one has decided to gather up all these little consular offices into one big old building. I, for one, though the ambassador who has to answer his doorbell twenty times a day to tell confused tourists that the consular office is around the block would likely disagree, am glad the have not done this. Probably Vatican City is also happy - no need to admit they require a cubicle rather than a golden mansion to run their consular services branch. Anyway, it is nice that a few things in this world have remained quaint, if only for the sad, pragmatic reason that it makes bombing more difficult. (Not sure, but I don't think diplomatic missions actually have extraterritoriality.) Who doesn't love flag-identification, house-gawking, and potentially famous people? I am so glad I got to walk two hours to the Belarussian embassy. 

The black Mercedes seems to be the vehicle of choice for most diplomats. Except, of course, for the Italians. 


The quality of this photo may have been compromised by my realization that taking a photo of a guarded embassy might actually be a bad idea and subsequent desire to have my arm back outside the high iron gate with the rest of me immediately. I'm sorry that the true festive nature of this FIAT does not come through. In this setting it really did shout viva l'Italia!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Bio-Dinkelpops

Since Seidl Confiserie did such a nice job with the banana leaves and everything, I won't even bother with my own shot.


PS: In honor of Swiss Labor Day, I'm taking the rest of the day off. Happy May Day!