a bread with pickles

I got my teeth into a circle-shaped bread sandwiching nice flavor pickles, while standing at the corner of a huge department store. The stall in front of the store had a showcase that contained plenty of breads hot from oven, so, I couldn't help asking the vendor to pick a good-looking one.
The pickles between the bread tasted a little bit cold, but enough to make my body glowed after walking cool down.
At 22:00, I was in a waiting room in the first basement floor of Zurich SBB, or Schweizerische Bundesbahnen in German, or in short, the train station. The room was glassed in. So, I often looked lots of juveniles walking around in the floor aimlessly. They were scattered as soon as the policemen with berets came around.
At 22:30. I took EN 473 train going from Zurich to Wien. That was my first night train in Swiss and I kept a cheep bed, which was the middle of three-level-bed, in a couchette car. I felt a little bit hot in the couchette, so covered up only my lower half with a blanket. While getting sleepy, I was just thinking that I might pass the border between Swiss and Austria on this bed.
Here was in a night train, still Zurich, Swiss.

taking an intercity train, from geneva to lausanne

On December 30, 1999, I took an InterCity train from Geneva to Lausanne.
My seat was dark brown, just like a dead branch color.
Looking out of the window, I found Lac Léman, and over there, the top of Mont Cervin covered with white snow. Besides Mont Cervin, houses gathered on a slope, woods stood in a huge field, which looked like thin splints, were all covered with snow.
The couple sat on the opposite seat to me were loudly joking, speaking and quarreling in French. As the train was leaving from Lausanne and running on a line through a fold of hills, I said good-by to Lac Léman. The snow sheet on a road was becoming thick.
Finally, there was snow everywhere, and a couple of houses were spotted on it.
Next stop was Zurich.
Here was in a morning train, from Geneva to Lausanne, Swiss.

a train window

Whenever I take a train, I definitely prefer to have a window seat. In case of an airplane, I just take an aisle seat, 'cause it's easy to go to a restroom, washroom, or toilet, especially for a long flight, and have a little bit more space than a window seat, I guess.

But a train is totally different. I'm well content with inconveniences related to a window seat, including a necessary patience to go to a restroom. This is simply because there are so many beautiful, impressive, or trivial scenes from a train window that I can remember and enjoy for a very long time.

The pic is just a say-good-by-moment of family of three in Basel SBB. Maybe a father-like-man would go to a business trip, and his wife-like and daughter-like, vigorously waved to him, saying something "see you" in German, maybe.

Just an ordinary scene. But I still remember it without any reasons, just because I sit at a window seat.

Here was in a train, Basel, Swiss.

cheese fondue

Since here was not America, I tried to avoid having "MacDonalds" or "Burger King" as my dinner, both of which I easily found near the Basel SBB. Without these choices, I had a certain difficulty to find a restaurant that had a reasonable price and was easy to go in alone. Of course, there were several bars that had a small chalkboard mentioning about a nice tonight's menu, including a cheese fondue. But basically, I don't drink, so a bar was out of my option.
The answer was given by an efficient clerk in my hotel.
When I asked to her about a Swiss cuisine restaurant that I could go in alone, afford to eat, and hopefully enjoy a cheese fondue, she immediately said that I just needed two-block-walk from here.
The restaurant was located very near the hotel, and was managed by a middle-age couple. Maybe, a husband made dishes as an only chef inside the kitchen, while the wife took orders and served dishes. Whenever the husband completed dished, the side lamp near the kitchen turned brilliant red, until the wife took the dish and brought to hungry customers.
That red light impressed me so much that I hardly remember the taste of cheese fondue I enjoyed there. One more certain thing I still remember was that I shouldn't be alone, next time enjoying a fondue.
Here was Basel, Swiss

a tram in basel

As for a tram, especially a city tram, whenever I see it in a new city or town, I just want to get on at least one time, though I always prefer to walk. The problem is a hesitation related to a luck of knowledge, say, how to pay, or how to get off at a stop.
When I checked in a hotel in Basel, which was located near Basel SBB, the front desk clerk gave me a free pass of the city tram for my entire stay. Writing this sentence, I just remember that considering its reasonable price, this hotel was so good. The clerks (not only one) were so efficient that she/he seemed to be able to remember every single customer's family name. Whenever I came to the hotel after walking around the city, they smiled, greeting with saying "hello" and my name. I didn't know this hotel was so special or not in Basel or in Swiss. But, considering with my staying at a hotel in Geneva (this was also good hotel for me), the hotel in Basel was certainly special at least for me. Muuuu, I still can't remember the name of this hotel, so, can't find its URL with Google. Sorry.
O.K. a tram.
I eventually took the tram you can see in the pic, and went to somewhere near the Rhine, or better say, Rhein, 'cause I had no particular destination. Surprisingly, I remember that there seemed to be no place or staff who could check a passenger's pass or ticket. I certainly had a free pass and prepared to show it, but no one asked me to do it. My colleague just told that it was O.K. but sometimes, staffs of a tram randomly checked passengers' tickets without any notices. At that time, what if they could find a passenger who didn't have a ticket, the fine was so heavy.
I'm not so sure that this was collect or not, but surely remember that I just grasped my free pass until it was damp by my sweat.
Here was Basel, Swiss

walking around basel

The sky was not apparently blue high.
It was a typical snow day. The chilly wind came over the bridge.
I almost forget the exact sits where I was walking in Basel city, Swiss, but slightly remember that I found a little bakery-cafe, near this bridge .
(I don't remember the name of this bridge, maybe someone can help to tell the name by putting comments)
In the bakery, I tasted cookies, one of which looked like the Swiss flag, and others were light and dark mosaic shapes mixed with dark chocolate.
Mild sweet, but a little bit bitter.
The flavor still reminds me of this bridge, the Basel city, and one more thing.
Just a trivial matter.
I bought a couple of bodum coffee glasses in the department store located over there.
Here was Basel, Swiss