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Friday, December 25, 2009
The charm of Luzern
I stopped a few times to marvel at the fallen leaves on the ground.
Mark Twain described the Lion Monument as the saddest and most moving piece of rock in the world. As I looked at it for a couple more minutes, yup, indeed it is.
A man was feeding swans with pieces of bread, it was so relaxing to watch them, they looked so beautiful, so full of elegance and poise in the river
Luzern...charming, beautiful, peaceful and calm. It was a lovely day. I thought we walked alot but I didn't feel tired at all.
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