The Eurorail spits us out at the station in Lucerne for a long lunch and a look about. Knowing this was one of Granny's favorite vacation spots, I tried to imagine her as we wandered around the medieval old town, crossed the creepy covered bridges with mementos mori, or sat along the broad
lakeside boulevards. This is the hotel where I imagined her sipping tea and writing postcards.
Photos
1 of 5
Unresolved media
1 media reference could not be matched to preserved local files.
- image unresolved · unresolved
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAs5UZ3FSCXkfHliW7Nuo-UiaXxYTieC26xXAR0OyBwnlb0uH5EHFtaQ_E94CtEclUed0c5Snwsb2C4XiAlDGjlP0_MTkHG2h3jHSpAb4xegDohHkkGG3rKzZspyiI60QSiaMfVfBEQokxRxCMyS-n3rP8f75wPieKOsi4PpV_T2oFyn2oG1Kxk2zyxNY
Post