Tuesday, Aug. 9: Montreux, Switzerland

To reach Montreux we make six train transfers from Wengen, which make the journey feel very short in time.  
 





























 









 Snacks help.






 

We are in the wine grape-growing region now, and the vines line up along the gently rolling slopes as the train whizzes along. 

 
















Montreux feels like France, looks like France.  It's lovely in it's own special way, quite different from the Bernese Alps region.  

The immense Lake Geneva stretches beyond the horizon--making a beautiful reservoir for the setting sun later today.

It's a short walk from the Montreux train station to our hotel, the Tralala, located in the old town. 
 

Cobbled streets wind around and I swear they're too narrow for cars let alone a bus.  But a public bus stops directly across the street from our hotel, opposite an ancient and huge wine press.

 Tralala Hotel focuses on famous musicians and has a kitchy decor.   

 Welcoming drink.

Our room is overlooked by Carlos.

 Room with a view.

 Lakeside walk.

 And around old town, too.

 St. Vincent's church.  Ancient, but don't have much info on.

 Bathrooms!

 Old wine press.

 In-room mini-bar price--$7 for the teeny can of Pringles.  We resisted.

 Goodnight, Montreux.