aturday, we took the train to Basel, for the Christmas market. Here's Eliot, pretending to snooze on the train, and then a picture of us in front of the Tinguely Fountain, and then Frederic and Eliot, fighting through the market crowds.

This is one of the first questions I asked my husband when I met him. Luckily, he was nice enough to explain that "Swiss" is not a language, and that Swiss people speak French, German, Italian, or Romanisch. He was also nice enough to marry me. :-)
aturday, we took the train to Basel, for the Christmas market. Here's Eliot, pretending to snooze on the train, and then a picture of us in front of the Tinguely Fountain, and then Frederic and Eliot, fighting through the market crowds.

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