We left Florence, passed through Milan, then up and over a pass in the Alps to Switzerland. And entered a different world. I had never before understood the extent of this mountain range nor the role it has played in differentiating the cultures of Europe. This trip has given me a new appreciation of these mountains.
We rode to Basel. On the subsequent day, we had lunch with our friends, Marco and Ann Ferroni, whom we had not seen for several decades. Wonderful lunch. Great friends. We had much to catch up on in the two hours we spent together.
Spent the afternoon noting the austere, plain facades of buildings in its old town along the Rhine...
and, then, at a contemporary art museum along the waterfront, under the guise of saying I thought it was "performance art," photographed a workman getting the walls ready for a new exhibit...but isn't so much of our lives and our work "performance art" anyway?
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Location:On train to Frankfort
