Day 1 - Basel, Switzerland
I wasn't sure where to start: at Basel or at the begging of
the front. But starting at Basel seemed appropriate. A point where the three
frontiers meet now and which is so much different from the old frontiers point.
| The sign, erected in Switzerland pointing to France and Germany |
I arrived at Basel evening of June 25th. The friends that I
haven't seen so long greeted me at the station. Next day I took two walks
around Basel: a morning one with my friends and a bit later by myself. The
place of three frontiers is different now: busy, cultural, green, beautiful.
Beautiful architecture, sculptures, parks. A town with fun playgrounds (and
many of them)
and a lot of fountains with drinkable water
A town where Swiss go to
Germany for shopping (and some French too). With all of them enjoying parks, the river and the city. All peaceful.
| One of the most beautiful Town halls I have seen |
I accidentally stumbled across a jazz concert
somewhere in a closed yard. I heard saxophones and trombones. Few meters later
I came across an organ concert in one of the smaller churches. The sound was
bouncing of the walls straight into my auditory cortex stimulating way more
parts of the brain. I could feel every note of the organ running through my
skin, penetrating it. It was a perfect prelude for the trip. A contrast of the
present to the past with music sounds acting as the connecting string. Perfect.
| One of my favourite Tinguely fountain sculptures - a walker |
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