I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move -Robert Louis Stevenson
Image by Andreas Baum.
The sun is high and penetrating, but the wind from the twin-nippled mountains is quite cold. Sister is asleep in the back of the car as I type. She is either tipsy from the medieval architecture, the luscious Swiss wine, the deliciously crisp, champagne air, or the view from the car of the hills above Montreux. We are at the Genevan countryside - travelling, tasting, sipping. xx