Let’s Never Settle

St. Moritz, Switzerland: In March the lake is solid enough to walk across

St. Moritz in March 2016: off the Bernina train onto a frozen lake, a memorial to two railwaymen, and a carved wooden waiter guarding a restaurant door.

We arrived in St. Moritz in March 2016 the good way, on the red train up from Tirano. You leave an Italian valley in a jacket and get off a couple of hours later next to a lake that's frozen solid.

A dark stone plaque set into a rough wall, in memory of Giovanni Maffina and Giovanni Cortesi, who died on 22 March 1934, placed by the Bernina Railway
A plaque up on the line for Giovanni Maffina and Giovanni Cortesi, who died doing this job on 22 March 1934. The mountain railway is beautiful. It wasn't free.

A lake you can walk on

Inga leaning on a white railing in a shearling coat and blue scarf, with a completely frozen snow covered lake behind her and the town on the far shore
The whole lake, white and flat and solid. In summer this is where the boats go.
A pale stone bell tower with a blue and gold clock face and a bronze bell visible in the open belfry
Blue and gold clock face, bell on show, and not a minute out.

The town

St. Moritz is expensive in a way that's quite funny to walk through with a backpack. Everything is polished, everything is deliberate, and there's a Swiss flag on more or less every second building.

Inga and Dileep taking a selfie in sunglasses on a St. Moritz street with a large red and white Swiss flag hanging from a pole above them
You don't get long here without a flag turning up in the shot.
Inga standing beside a life sized carved white wooden figure of a waiter in a bow tie holding a bottle, next to a restaurant door
A wooden waiter in a bow tie, holding a bottle, permanently on shift.
Inga on a wide cobbled St. Moritz street with an arcaded stone building, a timber clad corner house and a chalet style kiosk with snow on the roof
Arcades, timber, snow on the kiosk roof, and hardly anyone about at the end of the season.

From here we came back down the mountain and carried on into Italy: Milan next, then Rome.