Pitchdark….5.15am….there’s no holding back.
I’m up… and out 10 mins later, picking my way through the narrow lanes out of town… retracing the way the Mader-van had taken yesterday arvo. Come past the corn-field and pinch a corn-on-the-cob….early breakfast, and it’s delicious!!
Still dark, the traffic on the A1 Autobahn is surprising for a Sunday morning. I grab one of the keys in my pocket…it fits Marty’s GS8…shove the helmet onto the noggin and slowly tootle back along those narrow lanes….even the very fine drizzle/ fog can’t dampen the spirits the slightest.
By now most of the bunch is up…today being a rest-day’ to shake some of that jet-lag and time-difference.
Off to breakfast to that little café down the road….the one with those delicious croissants and Bircher Muesli Yoghurt.
Pumpkinheads?
Juuust checking the menu for tonight, eh? Closed?? Yo, closed on Sundays!!
The tram/train trip into Aarau only takes 10min..but Marty heard something…
Being the old charmer that he is, it’s a 20sec pick-up
She’s a push-over!!
….dropping off Tim first for his backpack-retrieval mission to Geneva…
I’ll tell ya where to go, dear
….then exploring the Old Town of Aarau.
Situated at a major Swiss river, the Aare, one thing stick out immediately: this town/ small city has seen some wealth, at least in the past.
A river means transport (at least in the old days before trains and roads)…transport means commerce and trade, which in return bring money into town. And not just money, but also a wider horizon, as the river also allows travel.
The buildings of the old town are simply astonishing!!!.... richly decorated with elaborate timber-and tin work….and then add the paintings!!
Coming along for a stroll ??
The old (and still current) market place
Just look at those decorated eaves