Road Trip part 2: Trieste

Driving through Austria was fantastic and the scenery did not disappoint. We got off the highway as soon as possible and I drove through winding, hilly roads through groves of turning trees and cottages draped in the maximum growth of geraniums at season’s end.

The road to Trieste was as lovely as always. We had been there about 10 years ago for ago physics conference and always wanted to return.

It is a beautiful city on the Adriatic with splendid sculpture, great piazzas and fantastic statues celebrating the human body with abandon.

When I saw a poster promoting breastfeeding I just had to include that too.

Other typical Trieste sites: the proliferation of motor scooters with all sorts and ages of riders, including gorgeous women in high heals, mini skirts, groceries between her legs.

Trieste also has several Roman ruins. This one is near the city center.

Trieste still has a vital Jewish community. We saw the Jewish museum of Trieste, and the children’s school right beside it.

The Synagogue in Trieste was built between 1908 and 1912, to replace four smaller ones, and today it is recognized as one of the largest and most important for Jews in Europe.

Leaving Trieste we came upon an unxpected treat. We had stopped to take a picture of the scenery from the top of a hill and heard voices just below us. Looking over the ledge, we saw olives being harvested in the traditional way - a net is spread out so the olives can gently fall from the tree when ready.

Road trip: Munich

We left for Munich anticipating the autobahn driving. We all thought it would be very straight, level and with long stretches of speed limitless driving. Not so at all. There were a few minutes here and there with no speed limit, and it was hilly and curvy. But E did have the chance to go fast and hit 187 kph at least twice.

First stop, the BMW Museum. Fantastic cars and unbelievable architecture.

Olympic Park was built on the rubble of the city from the war. It is now a beautiful park with all of the venues still used today. Somehow this expressed many of my emotions.

But it is also the cite of the tragedy of the 1972 Summer Olympics when the Israeli Olympic team were taken hostage by the Fatah Palestinian terrorist group Black September. By the end of the ordeal, the terrorists had murdered eleven Israeli athletes and one German police officer. We saw the granite block inscribed with the names of the dead. I thought it was well done. The large beam shows that it has been incorporated into the structure of the Olympic Stadium.

The day in the park was sunny with a bright blue sky. We saw all of the venues and even went into the swimming and diving arena which was stunningly beautiful and full of children jumping off the boards.

Most notably, the Munich Marathon was happening and we sat in the stadium watching the runners come in for a long time. It was very festive and there were many families cheering on their runner. The marathoners were served bananas, oranges and beer at the finish.

We took their suggestion and had a beer too and incredibly, as with all the beer we drank in Munich, it did not make us tipsy in the least. We attribute this to its purity.

Next stop was the Munich synagogue which was right on the map…but hidden in plain view on the street. It was a non-descript building in the middle of the block with no adornments at all. And, in fact, it wasn’t even really there – it had moved.

When we did find it, it was stunning. An artful fortress in the middle of a square, full of life, with children and people waiting to go in for services. The first 10 meters is all stone and the top is all glass to let the natural light in, making you feel safe and wonderful inside. The glass has many triangular panes forming many stars of David contained in the design. Beautiful and reaffirming.

We had dinner at the Hofbrau House, a loud, boisterous, fun place with ok food and big, huge mugs of beer and loud Bavarian music.

The French Chef

I had my first cooking class in Divonne, France and it was fantastic. I had had a meeting with the chef privately and he asked what I wanted to learn during my year here. He has incorporated my needs into his course offerings! We will work on technique using seasonal or traditional ingredients and events.

The chef was a good instructor; he demonstrated well, with good explanations in both words and technique. We made quenelles, a mousse of any kind of meat or fish, seasoned and poached in broth and served over rice or in the soup. They are light and delicate, like eating a protein dumpling.

The tradition here is to eat what you have prepared, but not standing over the sink. There is a dining room which had been set for us with beautiful linens, several wine glasses, several types of spoons, fork and knives, baskets of bread and gorgeous china. We plated our dishes and as we sat, a variety of wine was poured. Unbeknownst to us, the chef had prepared a dessert, which was served with more wine and coffee. It was so wonderful - a treat in every sense.

Pressing grapes the old fashioned way

We went to Vufflens-le-Château, for a fall grape harvest festival to see a traditional pressing. This village is named for its magnificent castle.

The grapes were placed in a square wooden tub for the press, mixed around to bruise them. Then they were weighted down with 3 layers of wooden beams, and the press was cranked into place and then winched even tighter.

The juice came streaming out a pipe at the base into a barrel, which was sweet, cold, fresh and very good.

The workers, who were also thirsty, took a break when their boss came by with chilled bottles of wine for them. After all, they were hot because they were working hard, and what better way to rehydrate on a vineyard. Luckily, we too had glasses and tasted the first really good wine we have had here.

Here is a video we made of this event.

Nyon Autumn Market

It seems that villages here celbrate everything and I am all for that. Here are photos from Nyon including a picture of our castle here.

More decorative food art. This butterfly is made of lettuces, parsnips, plums, figs, onions, fennil, cauliflower, carrotts, broccoli and squash.

When the cows come home

The decent of the cows from their summer pastures, the DesAples of the cows, was extraordinary. The village of St-Cergue was converted to a cow path and people from all over came into town to watch and celebrate.



Cows are revered in this country, as it should be, for their role in producing the delicious milk, cheese and chocolate. They had been decorated with head dresses and huge bells, often embroidered on the harness with the family name. The announcer would ask that everyone clear the way because “les vaches approaches avec plus de force’, the cows approach with much force, and so everyone moved in to get a better photo!



They really were beautiful, with shiny coats, long eyelashes and many of them were full of milk and in need of relief.




I am not sure what she is swatting at, but she was NOT stricking her beautful cows.



In between herds, we listened to the musical troupes of yodelers and horn players and bell percussionists.

We sampled some of the food – vegetable soup cooking in a copper cauldron over a fire for me and a spit-roasted whole pork sandwich for E.

And here is a summary film by E and me of the day's events!

We browsed the vendors, everything from cheese to honey to cow bells to embroidered table clothes. This merchant quickly covered his linens whenever the cows came through and this was a good idea, because there was getting to be beaucoup de poo. By noon, the air was getting ripe and we were glad we had come early.

Next time, rubber boots.