zermatt

the rain was falling in Geneva and I decided it was time to head to the mountains. four hours aboard a train winding deep into the snow-peaked mountains, destination Zermatt, one of the great ski and climbing centres of the world. stepping into this mountain village, nestled in a deep valley surrouned by Swiss peaks, dominated by the gracefully curved point of the Matterhorn, I felt a replete calm. in this place so far removed from the world there exist no cars or congestion, merely a tranquil scene of ski-bound pedestrians amidst the barns and chalets leading into hidden cobbled streets.