running in and out of the chapel several times, down through the village to admire it from different vantages - and the surroundings, laying in the snow on our backs to get the best shot of it... soaking our legs tromping to a ruined chapel, the predecessor of that of our admiration, sunset on the mountaintop. eventually we tired of playing, collected our packs from the chapel, paused for chilly mountain water coming out of the public fountain, wiped our faces and set our faces down. quite the winding path down, distracted by the last bit of pink vanishing off a mountain peak and the ascendancy of the brilliant moon. church bells pealing with echoes, 'what switzerland sounds like' finished up in delighted frustration running headlong down the last bit to the just-missed train. beer is served large in switzerland as we passed the time to the next, and no food to be found: we sketched in the wood-paneled cafe to the amusement of the locals, trains to one place and then another and a late lost arrival in luzern. priceless, superlative day.
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