The tables are packed with enthusiastic listeners at every concert. We sing carols between songs by the choir and band. Overhead the young tech crawls on the beams to adjust the lights.
My brother plays a few violin solos, to the delight of the crowd.
|Lawrence plays his 5-yr-old gift from Dad,|
sadly not a hockey stick ... but a violin
And when it's over, young servers hand out coffee, spiced cider, and home-baked cookies (Saturday) and home-baked egg braid bread (Sunday). The Swiss take fantastic baking for granted.
|20" of bread left from the long loaf|
|Wally and Doris at lakeside|
|A boat at sundown|
It's a long uphill climb to the top of our walk. We catch our breath and start down, back home.
|Beautiful silhouette of the clock tower|