The Writing Life · Travel

Crepes and Photography by the Lake

02_08_2020

When we travel through Europe, we’re tempted to pack as much as possible into each day. We don’t want to miss anything. But staying in the same city for an extended time allows us to experience the place. That’s what I did today.

First, I headed back to the Creperie d’ouchy — a little local restaurant across the street from Lake Geneva. Michael and I had dinner there our first night in Lausanne. They make two types of crepes: salted crepes that are 100% gluten-free and sweet crepes that aren’t. My stomach wasn’t feeling all that great. So, I thought it would be best to avoid gluten, at least at lunch. The salted crepes are made with buckwheat flour. I don’t understand exactly how that makes them gluten-free. I will have to look into that more carefully when I get back to the States.

There was a little boutique with bags and jewelry on the corner a few doors down from the Creperie. It wasn’t open when I walked by Saturday. I popped inside. They make these cotton tote bags that I couldn’t resist. I also bought a beautiful handmade beaded bracelet as well as a gift for my daughter. I can’t tell you what it is because she reads the blog, but I’m sure she’ll love it.

The creperie had several people sitting at outside tables drinking coffee and eating. They seemed to want to take advantage of the warmer weather and the sunshine. However, my I-now-live-in-Florida-bones opted for a table inside close to the window. After the first few times the server walked in and out of the door, I considered moving further back into the restaurant.

I ordered a cup of rose hip tea and a salted crepe with mushrooms and cheese. I felt very much like a local.

After lunch, I set off to see the Thailand Temple one of the women at the front desk suggested. I stopped along the way to take more pictures of the Alps and the lake. I was struck by the number of people out strolling with their dogs and children. A few women were sitting on benches reading. It made me wish I had brought my book.

As I passed the Olympic museum, I contemplated walking through the sculpture garden again. It had been raining before. But I was anxious to see the temple.

When the temple came into view, it looked out of place. It was on top of a hill with a playground on one side and an open field on the other. It hardly seemed worth the effort to cross the street. I choose instead to continue walking along the lake path. I took several great pictures of the Alps and the lake.

On my way back, I thought I should at least walk over to the temple. A woman was sitting on the steps of the temple looking at her phone. Her dog was running back and forth. Then he brought her what looked like a tree branch. It was unclear where he found it, but he was so excited. She said something to him and waved him away. I stood there and watched as he tried to get her to play. All that to say, the temple was kind of a bust.

I walked about four miles along the lake, just enjoying the sunshine. There was a part of me that wondered if I squandered my time by not going back to the city to see more sights. But I had a fabulous time taking pictures. I even got a few great shots of a swan. The lakes in Europe always seem to have swans.

When I got back to the hotel, I noticed that a few people at the bar enjoying an ice cream sundae. I figured why not and ordered a chocolate banana sundae. I relaxed there with my book until it was time to meet Michael for dinner.

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Shopping and Sunsets

Every trip I take has to include roaming through stories looking for my two favorite things — purses and shoes. I decided to get my shopping out of the way, today.

I took the Metro down to the city center. There was a tiny part of me felt nervous because of the language difference even though the concierge gave me a map with where I needed to get off circled.

It turned out to be fairly easy. However, after I got off the train, I had to make a decision about whether I wanted to go up or down. I decided to take the elevator up.

Once on the street, I made it about two doors before I saw the cutest bubble gum pink purse. Generally, that wouldn’t be my color, but there was something about that purse I couldn’t resist. I tried to convince myself to look around before I make a purchase. But then I thought, why wait?

There were two historical sights that I wanted to see — Lausanne Cathedral and old town. But to be honest the pull of the shops was stronger. That’s sort of the beauty of sightseeing alone. You get to do whatever you want. So I wandered in and out of shops, happy as a little clam.

But then my stomach started to complain. It was 3:00 PM and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast at 8:00 AM. In the States, it’s fairly easy to remedy that problem but not quite as easy in Lausanne. It was well after the lunch hour and well before the dinner hour. I asked around for somewhere that served food all day. A woman at one restaurant suggested that I try Les Brasseurs. I walked down the street but thought twice before going in. It seemed a bit too dingy-looking for my taste. I decided I wasn’t that hungry. Fortunately, I found a coffee shop on the other side of the street that had sandwiches and pastries. I was able to score a poke bowl.

After my makeshift lunch, I decided I needed to see at least one of the historic sights. The unfortunate part is that it was at the top of the hill I had been on earlier. I kinda regretted not visiting the site when I got off the elevator.

Nonetheless, I started up the hill. No elevator in sight. Boy was it steep. I had to stop several times to catch my breath. I vowed to exercise more in the future as seemingly everyone passed me by. Once I got to the top of the hill, I discovered the church was on top of yet another hill.

Honestly, I considered taking in the view from where I stood. But I took a deep breath and headed up the next hill. The cathedral was massive, but not unlike other cathedrals I’ve seen throughout Europe. I decided not to go in. Instead, I went to look at the city from the courtyard. And boy was it worth it!

Fortunately, I only had to walk down one hill to get back to the Metro. I felt a little cocky as I rode the elevator back down to the train. I got this, I thought.

The train started to move through the first three stops, Then the conductor said something in French and everyone got off. Now, it would have been logical for me to follow suit. But no. I stayed on the train. Then it started going back to where it had previously been. When it stopped again, I hopped off. I found another train heading in the direction of my hotel. I got on that train and this time I realized the conductor said the train terminates at this stop. So, I also got off.

I stood there at the station with no French feeling a little panicked. I decided to exit the station. Worst-case scenario I could take a taxi back to the hotel. Once on the street, I saw a sign that pointed toward the station for the train going in the direction of my hotel. The panic subsided. I’m not sure how I got mixed up. There was probably an easier way to get back to the hotel, but I made it nonetheless.

I took a few minutes to have a glass of wine to process my day before dressing for dinner. On the walk to the restaurant to meet Michael and his team, there was the most beautiful sunset.

We went to what could best be described as a steakhouse. The restaurant, 57 Grill, was right next to the lake and absolutely beautiful inside. It kinda reminded me of a salt cave with stylish furniture. The food was really good, except my husband and I both agreed that a US ribeye is much more tender. Though we wondered if what we were eating was what steak is supposed to taste like less. That’s probably a different kind of post