07/10/25 Lakeside in Lucerne

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The lakeside in Lucerne begged to be explored, the promenade extending further than I could walk and return in the time available.

Roger's recovery continued: walking further every day and with less pain. We went walking together beside the lake in the morning, or what counts as morning in a continent where nothing happens before 10:00am.

Mountains and lake.


Covered bridge (macabre paintings not included this time).

Morning markets.

No sooner had we gotten back to the hotel than I ditched him to stretch my legs out along the promenade on my own.

In lakeside parks a collection of sculptured men flexed their muscles beside bronze steeds.

Some wag had added lipstick.


Bonus horse rider, giddyapping with the best of them.

The water teemed with swans, ducks, and water fowl. Two hardy Lucernians went swimming, although to be honest their swimming looked more like brief dips in cold water followed by prolonged periods defrosting in sunshine.

Red crested Pochard being shy; white swan; greylag goose; mallard.

Synchronised goose gang.

I walked out on the jetty at Verkehrshaus-Lido along with a crowd of ferry-goers and a collection of small boys with grandmas in tow, there to see the boats and feed the birds. A Common Merganiser put on a great show, diving meters into clear water to catch small fish which it then brought back to the surface to devour. Small boys were delighted.

Back along the promenade I was distracted by multiple games of Pentanque.  Pentanque was serious business, long consultations were carried out and distances from the target were measured in millimetres.  Serious players carried measuring tapes to ensure accuracy.


A young man played a harp beside the water, drawing a large crowd.  The piano-accordian buskers had serious competition now, the harp-player was Best Busker So Far by a long shot.


It was such a beautiful day out on the promenade that no sooner had I gotten home than we were out again to watch the last light of day leave the mountains.


Hang gliders drifted in lazy circles above the clouds.


I walked home past an acrobat performing tricks atop a picnic table, and a man breathing fire down by the lake.


So ended another day in Lucerne.

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