The slow way to Switzerland
An unhurried journey by train and on foot stretched time and filled our summer with stories.
As we made our way across France and Switzerland, we soon settled into a pattern: boarding a train to our next destination, where we’d set off to explore on foot. Sometimes we’d stroll around towns, sometimes we’d hike in the hills above.
As we walked, places revealed themselves to us street by street, tree by tree – writing themselves into our memories through how they looked and how they sounded, how they felt and how they smelt. Cowbells calling in the valley. A freshly mown meadow giving up its scent. Crimson-and-white flags spreading in the breeze. A sculpture worn smooth by a million good-luck touches.