It's been a long day, traveling from one end of switzerland to the other. We took a trek down to the town where my mother's family came from, and where I was born. Solothurn is desinged like a typical old european city; an old city center, surrounded by a wall, and new, modern growth on the perimeter. They used to have gates that they used to close in the evening (I imagine this was centuries ago.) The city is intersected by the Aare river, and built in the shadow of one of the bigger mountain ranges of Switzerland. I never had much of a connection to this place, as we left when I was six months old. However, for some odd reason, I have a feeling that my love of rivers and mountains somehow derives from this town. So, I suppose that's my connection.
We got to see this place on a special day, as there was an outdoor market, and although it was cold, there were plenty of people.
Am kinda tired now.
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