Sechseläuten Boogg Burns as Guilds March a Cool Third Monday
Winter was declared over by fire and brass. The lake, still cold, did not sign the minutes.
12 posts in the April 2025 file.
Winter was declared over by fire and brass. The lake, still cold, did not sign the minutes.
A city that argues about rents still knows how to put a snowman in the middle of the timetable.
The candles are a picture. The loss, if it comes, is a vintage.
The holiday is over when the luggage racks fill in the other direction.
The lakes look like summer from a tram. They do not feel like summer from a jetty.
If you had a rail reservation, you had a plan. If you had a car and a Friday slot, you had a queue.
If you had a seat reservation, you had a plan. If you had a car and a Gotthard slot, you had a hope.
Frankfurt did not surprise anyone. Bern still has to live with the euro's weather.
Easter has not yet emptied the city. The badge queues suggest it will not empty it after, either.
The first spears are a calendar, not a glut. Thurgau treats them as both.
The dams looked better. The politics of what replaces them in 2040 did not.
School holiday planners wanted white villages. They will get white high runs and brown meadows.