The food and people seem to have been given a Germanic order that still doesn't prepare you for the rarified squeaky-cleanness of Switzerland. However, it's as though the weather has taken it upon itself to compensate with its own vitriolic nature: calm and sunny, to autumnal, to stormy and all points between, all in the space of a day. There is no sense of "place" as there was in Italian cities: the landscape seems to be too grand to even allow itself to be shaped at all by mere humans.
Majestic, beautiful..yet still with that unearthly surrealness if one looks at it from the eye's corner...