The fog rolled in late afternoon yesterday and the narrow causeway emptied of people, locals and those far flung from home, as a light rain fell and their plans were compromised. We drank local drafts on a terrace at a precipice above the Lauterbrunnen valley as clouds rolled up and then dissipated.
Later that same night: Leek and potato soup, good Humagne Rouge, tortellini.
This morning the night’s heavy rains turned to a light fall and after a breakfast of walnut bread and eggs and smoked strips of bacon, it was obvious that today was: Laundry Day!
The sun is burning off the fog.