It’s a place for day trips, for wandering, for cobblestone streets, good noodles, Luxemburgerli, and gorgeous views. Trams in admiral blue whiz efficiently, the people wander, couples relax on benches, and the Limmat river cuts the city neatly into pieces.
The Kunsthaus stole my heart, and I fell in love with the Grössmunster. Seeing Mondrian on a bare wall and being able to wander in an early morning haze made me feel ethereal and weightless. Regardless of the fact that I couldn’t afford to shop or stop in any of the boutiques, not to mention that my Deutsch is of the most rudimentary sort (I can order food, curse, and ask for things like tickets for the train or how to get to the cemetery), Zurich is still a city that I find myself loving.
The multi-lingual book stores beckoned me, the crowded energy in the Sprüngli cafes, and the quiet walk near the Bahnhofstraße all managed to spin me into a sort of fantasy world. When I miss Switzerland, I miss the crisp spring air of Zurich and the knowledge that I didn’t need to be anywhere, that I could go anywhere at all.
What a place.
The Photographist 
Good Lord, I am jealous of you right now. What a place, indeed! You are lucky to have wandered in such eine wunderbare Stadt!!
Did you go to the Uetliberg to see the sunrise? Once I almost froze to death there in February. The views were great though, thanks to the clear winter air.
I did not make it to the Uetilberg! Do you do take a funicular up to it? I always wanted to but never committed to leaving the city. My loss!
I took the morning train. With a train driver who obviously loved his job – he whistled all the way up! At 6 am on a Sunday!