By Gerrie Summers Just a few days after returning to the States from a trip to Switzerland, I realized one of the things I loved the most about the Swiss capital. As someone who has witnessed the destruction of old brownstones in Brooklyn for the creation of modern atrocities, I
By Richard West The perfect day in Geneva doesn’t break. Far too messy for this ridiculously bijou city, cozily nestled between the Swiss Juras and French Alps and neatly stretched along the edges of Lac Leman and the Rhone River. No, it unfolds, it rises, spreads like a stain,
By Steve Jermanok From the shores of Lake Geneva, or Lac Léman as the Swiss call it, to the forest and duck pond of Lac de Sauvabelin, the city of Lausanne climbs an impressive 800 feet. You climb uphill or downhill on an Escher-like maze of stairwells, narrow cobblestone streets,
By Steve Jermanok Come winter, Montreux serves as a base for skiers who want the cosmopolitan feel of a city after spending a day on the slopes. It’s only an hour train ride to the exclusive resort town of Gstaad, 90 minutes to Zermatt and the Matterhorn. If you want
Swiss trains? The best in the world. National Geographic Expeditions? A guaranteed way to enjoy group travel with an expert who takes you inside a destination. So I’m thrilled that National Geographic Expeditions has asked me to take two groups of travelers on National Geographic Expeditions trips to Switzerland next summer.
Story and photos by Monique Burns Just two hours’ east of Zurich, Appenzellerland is Switzerland’s most traditional enclave. Think cows and cowbells, farms and meadows. City folk who appreciate good food, cozy lodgings, pristine mountain scenery and colorful primitive art will be entranced by Switzerland’s most bucolic region, just across
By Everett Potter Even among Swiss ski towns, Gstaad gives fresh meaning to the term “rarefied.” Located in the Saanenland of southwestern Switzerland (famed for its ceremony crowning the most beautiful cow), Gstaad has been attracting the über-rich to its Alpine air, skiing, and Olympic-class socializing for more than
Story and photos by Denise Mattia A pale wintry light pierced the Vienna sky at dawn, revealing the tops of roofs and the silhouette of the Hofburg Palace Dome. I returned to my room ready for a journey by train from Vienna to the Wachau Valley in Krems, traveling on