if you have thirty minutes for lunch, you can be a tourist. I know, I was one today.
I was looking for a place to eat. something not so deep fried. Not so bun-enriched. Not so western de-civilization. instead I chose to drive 8 miles to the next town and pop out to see a giant clock, visit a museum, and catch 12 minutes of a local film. after a literally cheesy sandwich, I slipped back into my vehicle and drove to my next appointment with destiny (ie, the next line in my appointment book).
The World’s Largest Cookoo Clock (or however you spell it)
An old Swiss cheesemaker used this cauldron-like kettle (or whatever it is really called)
Is this the old cheesemaker?
Slan go foill…
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