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Let go in Lausanne
Article © 2006 Ann Quadri
Pictures © 2006 Ann Quadri except where shown
gauzy veils of mist in delicate shades of blue cover the jagged
peaks of the French Alps
walk through Geneva airport brings us to the railway station, where
we find a direct train for Lausanne. My husband and I are spending a
week in Switzerland, staying in the old part of the city. The May weather
is warm with sunshine and spells of rain. Near our hotel is the Place
de la Riponne, a large square where weekly markets are held. On one
side of the square is the Palais de Rumine, which houses several museums.
It is raining, so we go there to view the pictures in the Musée
Cantonal des Beaux Arts.
We walk from the Place de la Riponne down the Rue W. Haldimand passing
several cafés and tea rooms and stopping off at a “sandwicherie”
to buy fresh sandwiches. Maybe we will visit a couple of museums or
a chateau or two, potter round the local markets, go for cruises on
the nearby lake or even venture a little further afield if the mood
takes us. The Rue du Grand Pont leads us across a suspension bridge
with a busy street on the level ground far beneath. Many of the older
streets and buildings in Lausanne have been moulded to the ledges, clefts
and outcrops on the slopes of the mountains rising from the shores of
Lac Léman, also known as Lake Geneva.
Across the main road outside Lausanne railway station is a narrow street
opposite the station entrance which leads to the old part of the city.
This street, the Rue du Petit Chêne, is half hidden by the buildings
on both sides, its entrance marked by a McDonald’s restaurant.
The Metro ticket machines do not give change, so we make for the Lausanne
Tourist Office next to the railway station to buy tickets for the Metro
to Lausanne-Ouchy. The wide blue sweep of the lake dazzles our eyes
as we emerge from the Metro station at Ouchy. Yachts and excursion boats
are moored by the quays along the lake shore. On the right an artificial
canal runs straight along a strip of land by the shore to end abruptly
near the entrance to a fairground. It is bisected by a line of fountains
and crossed at intervals by low bridges. To the left players pore over
open-air chessboards. Nearby is a small park with trees and flowerbeds
laid out in formal designs, including one showing a clock.
make for a bench by the lake. Cyclists and skateboarders flash past
us. Families and couples are strolling along the paths or sitting by
the lake on stone walls or on the benches lining the paths through the
park and along the shore. We sit on a bench eating our sandwiches and
looking across at the opposite shore, where gauzy veils of mist in delicate
shades of blue cover the jagged peaks of the French Alps.
We go again to Ouchy to visit the Sunday market there. This offers a
wide choice of locally produced breads, meats, cheeses, fruit and vegetables.
We buy olive bread, goats’ cheese and kiwi fruit for lunch, washing
them down with beer and lemonade from a small supermarket nearby.
Afterwards we walk on a path next to the main road towards the Olympic
Museum a short distance away. This has been built on the side of a slope
rising upwards to our left away from the lake. A small gate by the road
opens on to gardens, laid out with low hedges, shrubs, flowers and statues
with an Olympic theme and criss-crossed by paths. A steep path and slowly
moving staircase lead directly to the main entrance of the museum.
The Olympic Museum, inaugurated in 1993, was built to commemorate the
official award of Olympic capital to the city of Lausanne by the International
Olympic Committee, which was founded by Baron Pierre de Coubertin. Exhibits
illustrating various aspects of the Olympic Games are shown against
a backdrop of ultra-modern state-of-the-art interior and architectural
designs, which use light, space and the latest technological developments
to set off the displays to the best advantage.
It is a weekday. We opt for a leisurely boat cruise along the lake shore
to the Chateau de Chillon and buy a return ticket for the 12.30 boat
from the booking clerk at Ouchy, who also gives me a timetable. He finds
it unnecessary to point out that only the first of the two sailings
shown from Montreux to Ouchy at 16.20 and 17.30 hours actually operates
during the week.
Our boat departs. There are frequent stops along the way – at
Pully, 5 minutes after leaving, to allow a group of schoolchildren to
disembark, and at Vevey and Montreux, where tourists go to visit the
open-air markets. Finally we reach the Chateau de Chillon. Some other
people get off with us and one of them, a Japanese American girl, takes
our photo on the bridge in front of the Chateau, which stands on a rock.
Over the centuries the Chateau de Chillon was held by the Counts of
Savoy, captured by the Swiss from Berne and finally passed into the
hands of the Canton of Vaud. The poet Byron (“mad, bad and dangerous
to know”) visited the Chateau, saw the prison where Bonivard had
been kept chained to a pillar for 4 years and went home to write a poem
“The Prisoner of Chillon” that same evening.
Afterwards a guide at the Chateau points out a clearly-marked path leading
by the lake back to Montreux, home to many famous people over the years.
“It won’t take you more than 45 minutes to get to the quay
at Montreux”, he tells us. “You’ll be in plenty of
time for the boat leaving at 17.30 hours.”
We walk along the path, stopping from time to time to look through the
leaves of the trees along it for a glimpse of the mountains on the opposite
shore. There are still 10 minutes to go until 17.30 hours when we reach
the quay at Montreux, but no-one is waiting there. I ask in the nearby
Tourist Information Office when the boat is due.
“There is only one boat to Ouchy today and it has already gone”,
he says. I show him the timetable and he points out that the 17.30 boat
only operates at weekends and on public holidays. At his suggestion
we go to the train station at Montreux to find out whether we can use
our tickets for the boat to travel by rail. We are in luck and take
the next train back to Lausanne. Later that evening we eat at one of
the two Manora restaurants that we have taken to patronising. Both offer
a wide selection of self-service meals in varying sizes to suit one’s
appetite and are open in the evenings.
Taking the waters in a thermal spa is wonderfully relaxing. This is
reason enough for us to visit Evian-les-Bains on the lake shore directly
opposite Lausanne. We travel by boat across Lac Léman and are
soon in France, using euros instead of Swiss francs. The thermal spa
building is on a hillside overlooking the lake, 5 minutes’ walk
from the quay at Evian. We sit in the reception area sipping Evian water
from paper cups. Tables, chairs and sofas are scattered about the hall.
There are two fountains with Evian water on tap and leaflets and brochures
on display stands nearby.
My husband and I walk slowly along the narrow main street with small
shops on either side selling souvenirs to the main square with the Town
Hall on one side and a street to the right sloping down to the lake
shore. On the way back we turn right to take a narrow road up a hill
to the next level, where another street, the Rue des Sources, runs parallel
to the one we have just left. Next to this street is a wall of rock
with water gushing continuously from a hollow inside the rock, which
is framed by a stone surround. A queue of people carrying empty bottles
and containers stand nearby, waiting to fill them with Evian water from
the original source, the healing properties of which were first discovered
in 1790 by the Comte de Laizer, who came from the Auvergne in France.
We round off our day with a stroll along the shore to the Fontaine Musical
(musical fountain). before taking the late afternoon boat back to Lausanne.
Inside the Gruyères cheese
©iStockphoto.com/Kheng Guan Toh
A large map of the region round Lac Léman offers
us a wide choice of places to visit for our last full day in Switzerland.
We decide to go to Gruyères to see the cheese factory and chateau
there. An Intercity train takes us to Palézieux, where we board
the small regional train painted orange and black with “Gruyères”
in large letters on both sides. It takes us along a narrow gauge railway
winding through a valley, past partly wooded slopes, scattered chalets
and green meadows with cows grazing on them. Snow-covered peaks can
be seen in the distance. Apartment blocks begin to appear as we reach
a built-up area, passing through Bulle, the administrative centre, before
arriving at Gruyères station right next to the cheese factory.
The small museum inside the factory shows the stages of cheese production
from the cow right through to the processing plant. Our English-language
version of the multi-lingual audiotapes has Cherry the cow giving a
commentary as we walk past the display. The cellars of the cheese factory
next door have huge wheels of cheese stacked on slatted wooden shelves
from floor to ceiling.
The cheese restaurant is a large light-filled room with a bar serving
food along one side of it and doors opening on to a terrace. We sit
at a table and study the menu, which features dishes using the numerous
varieties of cheese produced on the premises. Our lunch consists of
onion soup blended with grated cheese served with freshly baked bread,
followed by vegetables freshly prepared in a colourful salad and a plate
of 5 different cheeses. The factory shop sells more cheeses and regional
food products as well as other souvenirs.
A tiny train outside the factory takes us slowly towards the village
of Gruyères. Our driver tells us about the region in French and
English as we travel along the narrow road with views of mountains and
valleys on either side. The ancient buildings on both sides of the village
streets house restaurants, museums and souvenir shops, their contents
overflowing on to the paths thronged with tourists.
train leaves us in the small market square. The Chateau de Gruyères
lies straight ahead of us through a gateway and past a courtyard with
a museum to the right. It is smaller than the Chateau de Chillon. Numerous
staircases lead us all round the chateau through numbered rooms and
inner courtyards to a sentry room. There is a large vault with a hangman’s
Afterwards we catch the mini-train back to the station by the cheese
factory, returning to Lausanne later that evening. The following day,
refreshed, rested and relaxed, we leave Lausanne for Geneva airport.
Admission is free to many museums in Lausanne on the
first Sunday of each month.
Metro tickets can be bought at the tourist offices near Lausanne railway
station and at Lausanne-Ouchy. They remain valid for 30 minutes after
purchase. The Metro ticket machines do not give change.
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