After a very solid night's sleep in Arras we left this morning just before 0900 to drive across Northern France and into Switzerland at Basle. Our 'target' was Leistal in Switzerland. We had one of the most enjoyable and relaxing 400 mile (640 k) drives I've ever done. I'm not quite sure what happened but when we got to Leistal we discovered we were actually in the centre of Sissach. I parked and just opposite was the Hotel Zur Sonne (The Sun). We booked in.
It's a very strange thing is travelling. For the evening and day we were in France my French language skills seemed to be adequate and I had no problems (not that I was exactly taxed, you understand). There was a time when my German was better than my French by quite a long way. This evening it was as if I'd never spoken the language before in my life. The simplest of words seemed to desert me. Fortunately when it actually mattered they returned but that was not before a delightful lady had acted as interpreter whilst Mo and Diane sorted out what they were going to eat.
If you ever happen to be passing through Sissach in Switzerland then I would heartily recommend the
Restaurant Wystube zum Sydebändel. We had a wonderful evening. The atmosphere was very friendly and the patrons were obviously frequent and very much at home with some playing cards after the meal. As an aside this reminded me very much of the days spent in Berlin in the '80s and a visit to the Kreutsberg District - something worthy of a post in itself - and some of the establishments on the Ku'Damm (short for Kurfürstendamm) where games of all sorts were played in the evening.
It says a lot for a place when a shop in the centre of town can leave it's display out all night.
I could not resist showing you the view from my bedroom window as I post this just before midnight UK time and just after Swiss time.
Night night. I'll speak again tomorrow - all being well.
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl ofA Travelling Fish)
But what are plans other than more restrictions? (With thanks to Pauline)
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz who used to writeTreacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee who comments but does not blog)
Having lived the majority of my life in the Hebrides where my heart is, I feel I can now call myself a Hebridean. For nine years I lived half my life in New Zealand: a country I love. It was an honour being a part time Kiwi.
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