We arrived and met a dragon. It seemed like a courtyard area where people could hang out and kids could play. But the green stuff on the ground...well that's broken bits of glass. Really? They want kids to play in broken glass? A little more relaxed about it than I would be.
Then we visited the Cathédrale Notre-Dame du Glacier. It was your standard small cathedral-the smell of incense, the dark quiet forboding type, but I was really impressed with their stained glass windows.
We walked around a bit and did some shopping. I bought myself one of the pashmina/scarves that are all the rave now. I can now be fashion chic. Well at least from my neck up. Well not even that much...just my neck. Maybe it will cover up the redness a bit. Well only if I keep my mouth shut.
Then on to the wine tasting. We went to the Robert Gillard vineyard/wine cellar. Our host/tour guide was a nice man who spoke a noticeable amount of English but I still had to help him with some words. He gave us a very thorough but scattered tour. It seemed that he didn't give tours often and was letting us stick our heads in tanks full of wine and such. We had a great time, but I'm sure he wasn't suppose to let us do some of the things we got to do. After that we tasted some wines. I'm glad I watched the movie Sideways before I went. I felt a little knowledgeable. Knowledgeable or not, I still came out of there with three bottles of wine.
Then we climbed up to Tourbillon. It's open now, but we were too late to get in. So we just walked around a bit. It was still amazing to be up there and absolutely beautiful.
We had dinner at an Italian restaurant. I had gnocchi and it kicked the Red Tomato's gnocchi's ass. It was an excellent dinner to end an excellent day.
I also had purchased some cheese, camembert, to try when I got back to the Chalet. Well, it wasn't the most pleasant smelling cheese and it provided lots of jokes for our entertainment on the train ride home.
Oh and I threw the cheese away this morning. It might stink normally, but I'm almost positive it's not suppose to taste like the crack of your ass. Yea, the pashmina won't hide the red.
1 comment:
So now you can say you have had butt cheese. I still cannot get over you eating italian food in a french speaking Swiss town. WILD!
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