Overcast and seemingly sleepy, Basel on a bleak looking Sunday morning is a contrast to Luzern yesterday where it was all hubbub due it being market day.
It was less than 24 hours in Luzern, which was unfortunate, since I really love it there, love being there, so many memories of being a child on a visit and an adult working nearby on a farm and a father starting out with a family. To say nothing of the exquisite lake and mountains.
I was there briefly to write about the market, especially the cheeses, and most especially Rolf Beeler. He was there by the juncture of river and lake, and although his enterprise is global and haute, he enjoys coming on Saturday morning and chatting with customers and weighing cheeses. We met nineteen years ago and have remained friends.