In Muerren for a few weeks renting a small apartment in view of “the back” of the Jungfrau with many Japanese visitors and folks from countries where women over a certain age dress in black with a rectangular gap so that they can see out. Once out of the village, it’s vistas of rock walls and plaques along some paths indicating where and when climbers hoisted themselves up to the top.
Having arrived late Saturday afternoon in the rain, we had fortune through yesterday evening with good conditions for walking. Last night clouds rolled in and what followed was a marvelous thunder and lightning storm viewed from our narrow balcony over fondue and Pinot Noir.
It’s a village without cars and the only sound of machinery is from farm equipment: threshers, mostly.
Two doors down: The butcher. Four doors down: a small supermarket. Sixteen or so doors down: The bakery.
