It was grey outside, but I can’t imagine Zurich being more pretty in any other season.
After less than a full day in Switzerland I had to hunker down in that cafe and give my eyes, and my brain, a break. Zurich is that kind of beautiful. It’s almost too much. The perfect misty lake, the river spanned by simple grey bridges, the crisp stone churches, the austere but grand architecture. The shops - the shops! - filled with all kinds of Christmas goodies (what exactly are they full of the rest of the year?). The most beautiful sparkling glass decorations and felted garlands. Fur throws on every chair at every al fresco cafe. The Christmas decorations on every street - what I imagine must be kilometres of string of lights. The intense Munch exhibition at the Kunsthaus.
It was a visual information overload, and I loved every minute of it.