An adventure of a more cultural variety this weekend! On Friday afternoon I took off for Montreux, a little town in the far west of Switzerland, in the heart of the French speaking region of Switzerland (called Suisse Romande). About 25% of the population of Switzerland lives in the French speaking part of Switzerland, but I haven’t yet spent a great deal of time in this region except for a few hikes and a long ago city visit to Geneva. Montreux is a gorgeous spot on the Swiss Riviera, and has quite a similar feel to its French counterpart. It is on Lac Leman (better known as Lake Geneva to English speakers), and mountains and vineyards stretch in every direction. The border between Switzerland and France goes right through the middle of Lac Leman, so you can gaze across the lake right into another country. I still get a kick out of this.
Montreux is most famous, however, for its annual Jazz Festival. I had a few vague preconceptions about this festival, mainly that it is $$$ and maybe a little too classy for the likes of me. I am happy to report back, though, that not only is it doable on a PhD salary, the level of class was quite manageable.
So, we arrived on Friday around 7pm, and immediately fled the stifling train and jumped into the lake. I should probably mention something here. It has been a high of 97-100 degrees Fahrenheit every day for the past week. And it seems that Europeans have a thing about air conditioning. And by thing I mean nothing, because they don’t like it. There is air conditioning NOWHERE. Not at work, not at home, sometimes on public transit but only to the point where you are only sweating profusely instead of passing out from the heat. Even grocery stores seem to just gently chill the air around the cheese. There is no such thing as the arctic blasts you get from some American buildings, it seems. All this to say that the only way to really cool down is to jump into a lake or a shower. This is probably great for the environment, but really bad for work productivity. A lot of my coworkers jump into the lake at lunchtime, since it’s a tempting five minutes away by bike.
My first money saving tip for this festival is to use airbnb (duh), as you can easily blow over $1,000 in a very basic hotel anywhere near the festival. We stayed in a little apartment attached to the house of the cutest little French couple I ever saw. The husband, a jolly man of maybe 60 or 70, met us at the train station in Clarens and guided us up the tiny woodsy footpath (with 100 steps, he says!) and through their lovely garden to the nice little apartment where we would be staying. We spoke a mix of French and German, with a smattering of English and Spanish thrown in there. A language salad, as so often seems to happen in Switzerland!
The Jazz Festival name is a bit of a misnomer, as it seemed to be just a plain old festival with all types of music to me. There were a lot of big names playing, like Lady Gaga and John Legend, but we stuck with the free concerts that were going on constantly. I was blown away by a band called Gingkoa that first night especially, that seemed to be a combination of cabaret, big band, and pop. One of the more fun shows I’ve ever been to.
The next day we awoke late, puttered about getting tickets for the Brasil Boat happening later that day, and wandered Old Town Montreux. We managed to work ourselves up quite a hunger, so that when we finally sat down around 2pm we ordered half the menu of the cute little bistro we found: beef tartare, a garden salad, a salmon quiche, a ham and gruyere crepe, something called pate that turned out not to be a spread but an enormous biscuit with meat inside, etc, etc. And of course a few glasses of rose were the only thing in that heat. It was, no joke, one of the better meals I’ve had in Switzerland.
Delightfully full, we headed to the Brasil Boat. This is a 3 hour party boat that has multiple floors of Brasil music, dancing, drinks, and hoses while cruising Lac Leman. Perhaps no further comment needed.
After a bit too much fun in the sun, we headed straight to the lawn next to the disembarque point to take a snooze in the shade. I fell asleep solidly for close to an hour, as far as I can figure. Then it was to the lake for a swim in one of the most gorgeous swimming spots I’ve ever swum. We lingered there for hours, watching the sunset and drinking another bottle of rose.
After another evening at the festival, we had grand plans of hiking the Lavaux vineyards, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that I’ve been dying to visit forever. However, our hosts strongly advised us against it in the heat and after melting for a few minutes in direct sunlight we reluctantly concurred. Instead, we took a cute little train up into Les Avants, a tiny little mountain town directly above the lake, and ogled the views.
However, there was no food available in the entire town, so after yet another glass of rose, we headed down for lunch in Montreux. Quickly all plans were scrapped in favor of being back in the lake as quickly as possible. We headed to the Chateau de Chillon, a gorgeous old castle on the water (records date it back to 1005 AD). We then spent a few glorious hours swimming, including a swim around the perimeter of the castle, which was quite fun. I think I frightened a tourist peering out one of the castle windows.
After a final stroll back down the promenade to the city center, it was back to the Gare and Zürich for us. It was a little funny to spend America’s birthday so far away from home (my first outside the States!), but it was one of those weekends where I came back completely at peace and tranquil with the world, the universe, and everything. There is something about these Swiss lakes and mountains that just does that for me. What a beautiful part of the world.