It’s snowing about a half-inch to 2 inches every day – just enough to clear off every morning and make room for more.
The Christmas festival streets were tough on people, like me, who have smooth-soled shoes. I could hardly keep my footing. There was tons of grit, but it didn’t do me any good. Hence, I didn’t dare get a glass of gluhwein. Just thinking about it made me wobbly.
I did slip into the church on the off-chance there would be some music. There wasn’t, but there were four creches and a few other scenes from the Christmas story – the angel announcing the Birth, the shepherds heading for Bethlehem. Beit l’chem means House of Bread.
Very beautiful. The depictions of St. Joseph show the conflict in the Church regarding his role and age when Jesus was born. The writings are, frankly, hilarious. Personally, I’ve always thought of him as being pretty mature, but some theologians seem to think it would have been unseemly for some old guy to look after the very young Mary.
Saturday I attended a Chanukkah celebration, complete with Havdalah (ceremony recognizing the change from Shabbat to the regular week) and a play by Isaac Bashevis Singer. The program said his writings are well-known in the US, but not so much here in Europe. There were two actors and they were wonderful. The story that had been turned into a play was “Taibele and her Demon.” (see next post for a plot summary.)
After we enjoyed a sumptuous buffet of Israeli/Mediterranean food – first I’ve had since Prague. I was so hungry, I forgot to take pix. Sorry.
I got acquainted with many friendly women including a couple of Israeli-Swiss who have lived in CH with their husband for three or four decades. They were so lively and fun to talk to. They were stunned that I wanted to move to Switzerland. They’re not crazy about the cold. Also met an American woman, self-employed, spoke excellent Schwyytse-Tuutsch.
On the way to the train station, I happened to glimpse the Tinguely sculptures in the pond near the center of Basel. I hopped off the tram and headed back down the street to get pix. Cool, eh?
The snow and ice in Basel was much worse than here in Zofingen. I didn’t see a lot of shoveling or sweeping or salting or laying down grit. On the other hand, it was melting pretty fast due to large numbers of people and cars trampling on it.