It started raining – curtains of rain – yesterday evening, ruining the Swiss National Day evening celebrations and it has continued to rain for the majority of the time throughout today. Rain in the mountains (we are at 5,800ft) is associated with low-lying mist and cloud. The village appears to exist in an opaque-walled bubble, disconnected from its environment. The scenery can be only imperfectly imagined and positioned.
For those here for the first time, they must stare at the guidebooks and cards feeling cheated out of a holiday experience. We all feel short-changed on a day like this. The cafes and restaurants house visitors lingering beyond all reasonable time over coffees, beers and wines. The parasols on terraces either stay defiantly deployed, or hang limply from their poles.
Desperate to escape the confines of hotel or café, we have ventured out to relieve the boredom, only to retreat when the rain re-groups. Even the pages of Donna Tartt’s ‘The Goldfinch’ fail to offer an adequate alternative. We can only hope that tomorrow will be different.