This Sunday we took the train to Murten. 45 minutes I think. Everything we read says to ... as a tourist ... spend about 2 days in Bern. Then go to Murten. So we did. Turns out, they speak French there! Alison loved it. She finally felt like she understood the world around her again. Very pretty town. N. was a tad cranky but we survived.
The town itself is kind of small. So it takes only about 10 minutes to walk from the Bahnhof to the Castle and down to the lake. We really didn't even see too much of the town ... just the lake area. The architecture was close, but different enough to make us feel like we were in a different country. Which we were sort of as it is the French part of CH.
Mr. Cranky Pants slept the entire way home.
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that is a mighty large bottle de l'eau...
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