I tag along with my cousins and uncle to Lausanne, them destined for an informational session at the world’s top school for hotel management–École Hôtelière de Lausanne–me destined for a walk-about town.
I love walking these Swiss towns, forever old, Roman cities turned medieval bastions turned modern marvels of international acclaim, and Lausanne has the added perk of sitting high above Lake Geneva, surrounded by wine country and chateaux the likes of Chillon. Situated only thirty-five minutes via train from Geneva, Switzerland’s more famous city, it’s a gem of a getaway for the day.
If only it weren’t so freezing, that is.
Having made my way from the pier to the city center via one of Lausanne’s many, many metro lines, I now do as so many have done before me and seek refuge in the cathedral, faint notes of color still visible on the angel’s wings, a hint of the painted beauty this must have been when the buttresses were first flying up, over a millennia ago.
I exit the little stone lady to browse the old arcades and archways and thick stone neighbors just in time to find the cutest site of all, a row of wee school children holding tight to a rope as their prof winds them up and down the cobblestones.