Location: Zurich Old Town, Zurich, Switzerland
Is it just our truth, or is the last day or last night of a trip or what not always one for the books. It’s almost as though the universe single-handedly caters our farewell and exceeds all expectations. Yes, man. I like it. Literally having rolled into our hotel hours before, made for a rather unsavoury check-out and packing regime. I mean, at least we looked good, right? We ventured out to town as our train was only later that evening, discovering new and exciting parts of Zurich – old town, new spots, colourful strolls and great shots. I’ll tell you one thing, Zurich you sexy beast, you have not seen the last of us.
Last few hours in structured opulence, we squeezed in as many places as we could, discovered new avenues and lifestyles of the Swiss German region. Knowing that we would be trekking to Geneva, I dressed somewhat comfortably, boyfriend jeans and a faux fur sleeved sweater, transitionally coupled with a masculine esq double-breasted coat and heroic sock boots. Androgynous chic, in comfy denims and textured black outerwear to bid a beautiful tschus, bis bald to the handsome capital city of Canton of Zurich.