Some of you keep asking me if it really is this pretty here in the land of yodeling dairy lovers. Yawn. I mean, yes, it is that pretty and pristine. Just how many photos do I have to post before you believe me? It's Swiss. Everything is measured and cut to the centimeter. Especially in parks and towns. This shot above was taken on my Sunday bike ride. It was a screaming descent from Biere to Aubonne and barely a car in site. This is the Swiss version of life in the fast lane.
But Switzerland does have a dark side as well. Just the other evening Mr. Wild Dingo and I were driving through one of those sections in Lausanne and he had to do everything possible to keep me hanging out the window to take pictures. Prostitution is legal in Switzerland and even regulated. Prostitutes are licensed to um, well, you know. And it's really funny because they hang out in one industrial section of Lausanne that's difficult to avoid. In fact it's on the way to the main highway.
Recently, one of Mr. Wild Dingo's co-workers, who's new in town, mentioned he was worried about trying to find the highway because he didn't want to get stuck at the prostitutes again. About five guys practically replied in unison, "When you get to the prostitutes, turn right to get on the highway."
Is it me, or am I the only one wondering what he meant by "getting stuck at the prostitutes?"
So to answer your questions: yes there are some less-than gorgeous areas. But don't ask me to take photos. Because while prostitution is legal here in Switzerland, I'm pretty sure it's illegal to take photos of anything less than jaw-dropping beautiful of Switzerland and post it on the Web.
And the next time you're in Lausanne, when you hit the prostitutes, turn right. I know; I'm chock full of valuable advice.
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