Ritzy Zurich!

4.5 hours to go before we wake up to do a quick check of packed baggage and put in last minute items like toothbrush, make-up, etc.

We got back from Zurich late Friday night, so things have been slightly hectic. Zurich was hot and not-so-exciting! I am on no. 4 in my Tiffany-spotting (inspired by breakfast at Tiffany's)also for the first time I saw Louis Vuitton bags carried by regular people, 3 on the same day.

The city is a strange mix of German, French and Italian cultures. They are as curt as the Germans, as lavish as the French and as crooked as the Italians! They say 'guten tag' when you walk in, 'Merci' when you pay the bill and 'Ciao' when you leave! Now I shall decode these greetings to you- the first being 'whatever', second one is 'thanks for spending all that shit load of money on crap' and the third one means 'you're such a fool you don't even realize you have been ripped off'

Looking at how expensive the city is I wonder how much money Yash Chopra spends while shooting in these Locations!!!

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not that I hated the city. It's safe and hip and a very convenient city. On a clear day you can see snow-capped Alps against the blue-blue sky and pretty white swans in the sea. The parks are lush and green and streets are a beautiful mix of German and Italian architecture. The sloping back lanes with colourful Italian style buildings and tiny little restaurants with chairs laid out into the streets took me back to Venice and Florence. A couple of Museums (Rietberg and Kunsthaus), although tiny compared to MoMA/Louvre/MET, had some great collections and were very comfortable to be in because they were devoid of any crowd!

The vibrant hum of conversation and smooth-flowing wines was very different from where we live. The mix of cultures here have given way to a sort of fusion cuisine. The food was awesome albeit poverty causing.

Anyway, one probably has to say to themselves in a very DDLJ like manner ' ise bade bade deshon mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hai'

And now I only have 3.5 hrs left to wake up which means I have to sleep! Over and out.

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Kuntala said…
Beautiful picture Raka. iis, ki sundor desh dekhchho, hingse hochhe :(
May 31, 2010 at 3:17 PM
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