It’s Sunday so it must be time for our weekly visit to a little piece of alpine heaven. To a stunning country that our little family has not been able to visit since the summer of 2015. It’s time for Switzerland.

On every visit we would find ourselves spending a few minutes window shopping. Window shopping at the Property Agents. Looking wishfully at all the houses for sale. Dreaming of what could be. Definitely thinking about buying maybe one lottery ticket or suddenly finding that hidden masterpiece in the loft. What a place to live. A place to really live.

48 thoughts on “Swiss Sunday

  1. See… I know it’s Saturday Night now. I love Saturday Night cuz of Swiss Sunday!!🥰💃🏼
    Thank you for making every Saturday Night awesome by sharing your precious memories and photos! Such a gift you give us!!

    The picture with all the colorful flowers, the white buildings across the water… what are those cages or whatever surrounding them? And what are the buildings? It looks like some kind of Lego construction 😂

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  2. Sunday breakfast! Outside it is snow and -17 Celsius. But I can, thanks to you Gary, dream myself away to beautiful Switzerland. The grass is so green, the sky is so blue, the hills so high. One picture captured me a little bit extra … number 9 from top. The one with the little cabin on the top of the hill. Surrounded by white flowers. Could it be Edelweiss? In my dreams it is. I’m starting to sing …. Edelweiss, edelweiss … every morning you greet me … You can be lucky that the sound of my singing can’t be transferred via the comment 🙂

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      1. Yes I have been there too but not up onto the pastures or into the mountains so lovely to see photographs.


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