through Switzerland

The second day was a dreary day. With a speed of 100, I drove for hours through Basel, Bern, and Martigny to the Italian border at the pass height of the Great St. Bernard. There lies the historic Hotel Italia, which from the outside truly does not reveal that it has preserved an extraordinary splendor of past days inside. I would have liked to follow my friends' recommendation to stay there, but the season had ended a few days ago as well.

So my path led me down into the Aosta Valley to my small, rustic accommodation in Verrayes.