Yesterday I got up at an ungodly hour to meet some members of staff from my school in the SBB station and catch the 7.30 train down to Lausanne, on Lake Geneva. We arrived three hours and several changes later and first visited the Collection de l'Art Brut, which is a collection of outsider art, produced by those without contact with the art scene, inmates of prisons or assylums, and inculded such things as puppets made from bread, a drawing 12m tall and a wedding dress made using a sewing needle and bedsheets, unthreaded and knitted back together.
After lunch we travelled by boat along the lake to Vevey. It had been raining all morning but when we got out on the lake, the mountains and vinyards were wreathed in a blue mist and the whole thing was amazingly captivating. In a way, I'm glad it had been raining. Though I'd like to see the lake again in the glory of sunshine.
Then it was the train back to Basel after a quick look around Vevey, back to a city full of football fans. Fortunately things were a lot quieter here in Kleinbasel and we enjoyed a beer by the Kaserne before coming home.
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