Canada: Nova Scotia Province: Cape Breton Island July 31-August 3, 2025; Prince Edward Island Province August 4-7; Nova Scotia Province: Halifax August 8-10

We had a long drive from Saint John, New Brunswick to Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Once there, we stayed with family on a gorgeous river-front home

complete with a blood pressure lowering hummingbird feeder.

After a good night’s rest, we ventured out to Louisbourg, a small fishing village with a population under 1000. The harbour had been used by European mariners since at least the 1590s, when it was known as English Port and Havre à l’Anglois, the French settlement that dated from 1713 in a fortress, more on that later. We stopped for lunch at North Star, a resort recently purchased and now operated by international designers Colin and Justin, whose shows have aired on HGTV and Cottage Life in Canada. We had watched the week prior, a 4 hour documentary of their purchase and subsequent renovation of North Star called ‘Colin and Justin’s Hotel Hell’.

North Star

We explored the property for a bit

before enjoying our “usual” lunch for the next few weeks: seafood chowder and lobster rolls. After fortifying ourselves with a hearty meal, we headed to the Fortress of Louisbourg, a National Historic Site of Canada. Much to our surprise we learned that all national sites, parks, monuments, etc. were free for the summer of 2025. It was later explained to us, by family members living in Canada, that this was one of the many ways Canada’s government has pushed back against some of Trump’s tariffs and threats; it was an incentive to keep Canadian tourists in Canada and not in the US. We boarded a bus and were driven to the fort.

Fortress of Louisbourg

The original settlement was founded in 1713 by settlers from Newfoundland, and initially called Havre à l’Anglois. Subsequently, the fishing port grew to become a major commercial port and a strongly defended fortress. The fortifications eventually surrounded the town. The walls were constructed mainly between 1720 and 1740. By the mid-1740s Louisbourg, named for Lous XIV of France, was one of the most extensive (and expensive) European fortifications constructed in North America. The fortress and town were partially reconstructed, in a project that started in 1961 and continued into the 1970s. Additional restoration was completed in 2018–2020 and again in 2022–2023 after Hurricane Fiona.

The Dauphin Gate Fortress of Louisbourg

The guard rooms closest to the entrance were for those most responsible for protecting the fort.

Note the windows from which a rifle can be fired while protecting the shooter.

The original budget for the fort was four million French livres, but the total cost of building ultimately cost France 30 million livres, which prompted King Louis XV to joke that he should be able to see the peaks of the buildings from his Palace in Versaille. Two and a half miles of wall surrounded the entire fort. On the western side of the fort, the walls were 30 feet high, and 36 feet across, protected by a wide ditch and ramparts.

Past the guard rooms, we entered the fortress community. As we walked about we learned about the daily life of the militia and their families. There were two sieges on the fortress. The siege of Louisbourg in 1745 resulted in the capture of the settlement by a combined British/British North American force during King George’s War in the British colonies. It was returned to the French in exchange for border towns in what is today Belgium. It was captured again during the siege of 1758 by British forces in the Seven Years’ War, after which its fortifications were systematically destroyed by British engineers. The British continued to have a garrison at Louisbourg until 1768 but had abandoned the site by 1785.

Most of the buildings are topped by a fleur-de-lis , a stylized lily, or iris, that has been a prominent symbol in heraldry, art, and culture for centuries, notably representing French royalty, in this case King Louis XIV.

Many of the first settlers were Basque. Their diet and trade were heavily dependent on cod, as we learned from these docents. Unlike most other cities in New France, Louisbourg did not rely on agriculture. Louisbourg itself was a popular port and was the third busiest port in North America. It was also popular for its exporting of fish, and other products made from fish, such as cod liver oil. The North Atlantic fishing trade employed over ten thousand people, and Louisbourg was seen as the ‘nursery for seamen.’ Louisbourg was an important investment for the French government because it gave them a strong commercial and military foothold. For France, the fishing industry was more lucrative than the fur trade. 

Over the years, restoration included about 60 buildings and two bastions. Many of the workers learned 18th century French masonry techniques and other skills to create an accurate replica. We looked in on several homes and visited kitchens

dining rooms

salons

offices

and bedrooms.

Even the barnyards

and vegetable gardens have been restored to their original functionality.

There are not only 18th century attired guides positioned throughout the fortress,

at 3 PM, a fife and drum band marched by playing.

Although most of the population was Roman Catholic during French control of the site, the Church was not powerful or wealthy. The Military Chapel was staffed by Recollets (missionaries) and everyone was welcome to attend the services. 

We were pulled inside by the sounds of singing

and found the choir on the balcony above.

One building is a museum celebrating the Indigenous Mi’kmaq people of the area. The eight-pointed star is an important symbol for the Mi’kmaq; it symbolizes the sun, representing spirituality and life, and the Mi’kmaq Sacred Circle, symbolizing natural cycles and interconnectedness. The star represents unity, the four cardinal directions, and the concept of balance within nature and oneself. Ancient Mi’kmaq petroglyphs of the star, indicate its deep historical roots, predating European contact

There is a huge warehouse that displays gear for winter and for use by fisherman

as well as tools for daily use.

We were impressed with there method to prevent entrance of rodents; broken glass was wedged beneath the foundation stones .

There were originally four gates, only two of which have been restored. The Frederick Gate was the waterfront entrance.

Frederick Gate

The fortress site provides opportunities for overnight stays in period-style accommodations as well as enjoying a meal in a local “inn.”

We left the fortress and drove to the lighthouse point. The Louisbourg Lighthouse is the fourth in a series of lighthouses that have been built on the site, the earliest was the first lighthouse in Canada. 

Construction began on the lighthouse in 1730 to assist navigation to the Fortress of Louisbourg. Lighthouse Point played a decisive role in both the Siege of 1745 and 1758 as, once captured, it provided a commanding gun battery location to bombard the fortress. This lighthouse was badly damaged in 1758 during the Final Siege of Louisbourg and abandoned by the British after they demolished the fortress. Stonework ruins from the first tower are still visible at the site.

There were two more lighthouses that had been destroyed by fire. The current lighthouse, an octagonal concrete structure decorated with neoclassical architectural features, was built in 1923. The Louisbourg lighthouse was destaffed in 1990.

Louisbourg Lighthouse

The fortress can be seen across the bay.

After the capture of the fortress in 1758, its fortifications were demolished in 1760 and the town-site abandoned by British forces in 1768. A small civilian population continued to live there after the military left. English settlers subsequently built a small fishing village across the harbor from the abandoned site of the fortress. The village grew slowly with additional Loyalists settlers in the 1780s. Today it remains a predominantly fishing village as evidenced by the stacks of lobster pots seen by almost every home. We were told that historically lobster was considered poor people’s food; locals would hide the shells in the garbage to avoid detection by their neighbors. Lobster transformed into a luxury item through changes in transportation, the development of canned lobster, and promotion by wealthy diners in cities like Boston and New York in the late 19th century.

We returned to North Star where we met with our family to enjoy dinner at The Bothy Restaurant.

We enjoyed chatting with Justin, Colin, and their staff especially after watching many of them in the documentary. In addition to enjoying lots of fresh seafood, we were entertained with live music and Scottish dancing.

The next day found us back in Louisbourg for their annual crab fest

which also featured live music.

After filling our bellies with crab, we went out for a boat ride. There are rivers, bays, and coastline everywhere on the island of Cape Breton; one is never far from the water and/or a view of it. Eric sent up the drone to capture our adventure.

We motored past the Big Fiddle, the world’s largest fiddle, which is located on the Sydney waterfront. The fiddle and bow reach a height of 60 feet. The Big Fiddle was designed and constructed by Cyril Hearn in 2005.  It is a tribute to the folk music and traditions of the province’s Celtic community.

The Big Fiddle

The next day we left our family and drove along the Cabot Trail, a 185 mile route encircling Cape Breton Island, renowned as one of the world’s most scenic coastal drives with spectacular ocean, forest, and mountain views. This popular road trip offers opportunities for hiking, whale watching, and exploring charming fishing villages. We stopped by Saint Joseph du Moine for the view.

We continued along the coast, stopping frequently.

We admired the Mackenzie River Valley.

We drove through Cape Breton Highlands National Park, around the northern tip of the island, then passed onto the eastern side.

We checked into the Castle Rock Country Inn, a really cute bed and breakfast,

Castle Rock Country Inn

from which we had a great view of the North Atlantic.

We went out to dinner at The Arduaine Restaurant at the Keltic Lodge and enjoyed fresh seafood specialties.

The following day we headed to Prince Edward Island (PEI). We stopped in Antigonish to visit Peace by Chocolate, which began with the Hadhad family’s thriving chocolate business in Damascus, Syria, which was destroyed in a bombing in 2012, forcing the family to become refugees in Lebanon before immigrating to Antigonish, Nova Scotia, in 2016. Supported by their new community, they rebuilt their chocolate-making legacy, establishing the Peace by Chocolate company that same year. The company’s story has since become a symbol of resilience, a celebration of Syrian heritage, and a message of peace and inclusion. We had watched the 2021 fim by the same name.

We boarded the Northumberland Ferry in Pictou, then settled in with a steaming cup of seafood chowder while enjoying the crossing on this overcast day.

We arrived PEI at Wood Islands

then drove the 40 minutes to Charlottetown where we were booked in an extremely cute bed and breakfast, Inn on the Harbor,

Inn on the Harbor

where we had the most comfortable room.

We dropped our stuff and headed right out to explore the port

before heading to Victoria Row to check out the nightlife then heading to Claddagh Oyster House for dinner.

We had a walking tour booked for the morning. We meandered along the Hillsboro River, a watershed covering over 135 square miles,

and into Confederation Park, where we met our guide Jonah. He started with the background history of PEI: the Mi’Kmaq arrived thousands of years ago via ice bridges. The first caucasians arrived in 1594. The French established the first settlement in 1713. Originally the island was named Saint John by the French, but when the English took over it was renamed in 1799 to honor Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn, the fourth son of King George III and the father of Queen Victoria. He was so honored due to his service as commander of British forces in the Maritimes and his interest in the colony’s development, even though he never visited the island.  In 1864 the growing city held a conference of provinces: New Brunswick, Novas Scotia, and Province of Canada (at the time included both Ontario and Quebec) to negotiate for a larger single confederation. (PEI was included in the conferences but joined the Confederation later, in 1873.) On the day the delegates were due to arrive there was a circus in Charlottetown. There had not been a circus in over 20 years; it was much more interesting to the majority of the population. There was no one working at the public wharf at the foot of Great George Street when the Canadian delegates arrived on the steamship SS Victoria, so Prince Edward Island representative William Henry Pope (1825-1879) had to handle receptions by himself, including rowing out to greet the new arrivals. The statue below, on Confederation Landing, represents that greeting. The brick walkway appears undulating to represent the waves.

Peake’s Quay, named for James Peake Jr. (1842-1895), was a successful banker and shipbuilder. The Peaks family was one of the wealthiest in Charlottetown until about 1880 when the town’s decline began due to the loss of trees for export as well as competition from other developing cities like Montreal, Toronto, and Halifax. The decline continued until the 1980s when restoration projects began which in turn promoted tourism. Peak’s Quay is now a bustling hub of shops and restaurants as well as a marina. (Of note, PEI suffered further loss of trees when hurricane Fiona came through in September, 2022 taking over 40% of the islands trees down.)

Also found on the quay is Cow’s ice cream, made first here on PEI, but now a favorite throughout PEI and Nova Scotia.

The building for the first bank of PEI, constructed in 1867, is made of island brick and reflects the need then for a local bank and currency during the shipbuilding era. Over time the building has served various purposes including a Customs House and offices for both Federal and Provincial governments. Jonah pointed out that it had a drive though window which, by today’s standards, is very high because it was built to accommodate a horse and buggy.

The Bishop’s Palace in Charlottetown was the former residence of the local bishop and is now part of St. Dunstan’s University (SDU). 

Bishop’s Palace

St. Dunstan’s Basilica is named for St. Dunstan, an 11th century English bishop and Benedictine monk. This is the fourth church on this site. The first Catholics to arrive were French from different New France settlements, but the second wave of Catholics later were Scottish, who had the first small wooden chapel built in 1758. After a fire in 1897 destroyed the second wood church, the first stone St Dunstan’s Cathedral was built and completed in 1907. The present stone structure was built between 1913 and 1919 after a fire destroyed the original cathedral in 1913. It was built in the Gothic Revival architectural style. The cathedral was blessed by the Pope in 1929 and elevated to a basilica.

St. Dunstan’s Basilica

Angus Bernard MacEachern (1759-1835) was the first Bishop of the Diocese of Charlottetown in 1829.  Prior the town did not have its own and had to share with other communities.

We took a look inside.

Jonah regaled us with the story of how, before Charlottetown had a bishop of its own, the bishop would travel 12 miles on the river in a small boat every week for services. The community loved and appreciated him. His tomb is in a side chapel of the basilica,

and his boat is preserved within.

Sculptor Nathan Scott’s statue commemorating two Fathers of Confederation both named John Hamilton Gray, one a Prince Edward Islander and the other a New Brunswicker stands squarely in the middle of Great George Street. It depicts the two Grays in conversation in 1864 debating the merits of confederation vs individual provinces, a subject on which they had opposing views.

Province House is where the PEI  Legislature has met since the structure was built for PEI by the Brits in 1847.  Because the soil on the island is rich in iron and other nutrients, growing corn and potatoes was lucrative in the early days of the island. As farming and hence the population grew, there was a push for self-governance. Province House was designed for “responsible government.” Prior government had been provided by the crown; PEI was the first province to establish self-governance. The building is currently undergoing extensive renovations which began in 2015 with an estimated budget of $10 million over two years. It has cost over $238 million with no end in sight. Jonah joked, “There are two seasons on PEI: winter and construction.”

Province House

The war memorial in front of Province House was unveiled on July 16, 1925, to commemorate soldiers from PEI who died in the First World War.  The memorial now also pays tribute to islanders who lost their lives in the Second World War, the Korean War, and the Afghanistan War. 

Province House sits at one end of what had been Queen Square, which was the central square in Charlottetown. All of the land below Water Street is reclaimed land. At the time of the confederation meetings, Queen Square was the main square and Victoria Row the main thoroughfare.

Victoria Row, historically known as the south side of Victoria Square,  is a street mall located on Richmond Street between Queen and Great George Streets. The architecture surrounding the cobblestone street dates back to the victorian era. It is currently all built from red brick after the original structures burned down in the fire of 1883. Because of excessive autos, the street is now closed to vehicular traffic during the summer months. It is home to various boutique shops and restaurants and is considered a main tourist attraction in Charlottetown. 

The Confederation Centre of the Arts is a national memorial and performing arts centre, dedicated to the 1864 conference that led to Confederation. It hosts live performances, runs an art gallery with Canadian visual art, provides arts education programs, and holds heritage activities that facilitate discussion about Canada.  Constructed to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the Charlottetown Conference and serve as a national memorial to the Fathers of Confederation, the center was designed in a Brutalist style, opened by Queen Elizabeth II in 1964, and was designated a National Historic site in 2002. 

The Confederation Centre of the Arts

Charlottetown City Hall is the seat of the City Council. It was designed in the Romanesque Revival style. It was built beginning in 1887 and was completed in 1888.

Charlottetown City Hall

The peoples who had inhabited the island were first the indigenous, then the French, and finally the Brits. The clock on the bell tower has symbols of a fox, a flower, and a great heron as an amalgamation to represent each.

The fire hall opened in 1916.

Rodd Charlotte is a town hotel built in the 1880s, originally as a railway station.

Rodd Charlotte

Jonah explains to us that in the late 19th century, everything north of Rochford Square was considered rural.

Where today’s (unimaginative architecturally) government buildings now stand was once a bog which was home to Africans.

Beaconsfield Historic House was built in 1877 for wealthy shipbuilder James Peake. It was considered one of the most elegant homes in Charlottetown. The house was designed by architect W.C. Harris and featured modern amenities for its time, including gas lighting, central heating, and indoor plumbing. In the 1970s the house served as a ladies’ residence and later as a residence for student nurses.  

Beaconsfield Historic House

Today, it is a museum and a symbol of Victorian elegance, open year-round for tours and special events.

The Government House is the official residence of the Lieutenant Governor of Prince Edward Island. The house was built in 1834 and is located within Victoria Park, overlooking the Charlottetown harbor. 

The Government House

It is owned by the royal family, whose members stay here when visiting the island.

After the tour we continued to walk around Charlottetown for a while until it was time to return to Victoria Row for dinner and a view of the St. Dunstan’s Basilica in the setting sun.

St. Dunstan’s Basilica

In the morning we headed north to visit the Greenwhich Trails.

We hiked through the woods and came out at a clearing with a view of St. Peters Bay.

There we saw fishermen collecting traps. Both PEI and Nova Scotia have very strict regulations with dates of when/where lobsters and oysters can be removed.

We visited the nearby beach.

Then we got back in the car and visited another beach.

We continued our drive along the northeastern most shore of PEI until we came to the East Point Lighthouse. Built in 1867, it is known as Canada’s Confederation Lighthouse. The lighthouse stands 64 feet high and has 67 steps to the top. 

East Point Lighthouse.

We then drove to our destination for the evening: The Inn at Bay Fortune. Dating to 1913 and originally a summer home for a Broadway playwright, this refined inn (open seasonally) is a five star resort with a restaurant run by Chef Matthew Pigeon.

As instructed, we had arrived early so we could explore the grounds on our own for a bit before the meal. We hiked through the pots and pans trail

and into the Arts Forest where we discovered woodland animals “hiding” in the wood piles.

We strolled through the farm.

The meal is called the fireworks feast because all of the food is cooked on open fires. Here the fire is getting started at the Fire Alter.

There are plenty of spots to sit, relax, and enjoy the surroundings.

Even the bar is whimsically decorated.

In the back of the woods are huge piles of oyster shells labeled with the year in which they were consumed.

The pile for 2020 was sadly quite small.

At 4 o’clock we were invited to join Chef Matthew in his “classroom” where he introduced himself. Together with the chief farmer Kevin Petrie and forager Nick of the North, they provide all of the ingredients for the food of the fireworks festival from local sources. Even the wheat for the bread is grown locally. Chef Matthew explained the concept of regenerative agriculture. The quote from his website:

“As farmers we understand that our first responsibility is to our soil, to the earth around us. We naturally focus on the life of our plants, but they come and go while the life of the soil endures. We’re inspired by the circle of life: the ongoing connection between healthy soil, a healthy environment and healthy, happy humans. We know that the more nutritious an ingredient is the better it tastes and the better the earth it came from. Our systems continuously strengthen the incredibly diverse and productive microorganisms within our soil. Sustainability is just our starting line, with one foot planted in the past and another firmly in the future we deploy a wide array of fascinating natural techniques to ensure long-term vitality.”

the classroom

After an informative session on culinary farming, we were invited to taste our amuse-bouche of fresh tuna caught that afternoon.

Then the tasting hour was begun! There were stations at the various fire pits plus Chef Matthew and a couple of his staff stood and shucked oysters only hours out of the Bay Fortune, all we could eat! We only managed about a 8-10 each because there were so many things to try including pulled pork tacos, more tuna, baked oysters. The most unique thing we tried was duck hearts fried in bone marrow. Every bite was so delicious.

Once the tasting hour was complete, we joined Chef Matthew on the main lawn for a champagne toast.

Even the sparkling wine is locally sourced.

Next we were invited into the dining room. We were seated family style at long tables and given the tasting menu for the night.

This would not be Prince Edward Island without first a bowl of seafood chowder, which was different than any we had yet had, and OMG so good!

Soup was followed by some light veggies

and then the most ingredients I have ever seen in a harvest salad.

We got to chatting with our table neighbors and eating all the delicious food, so I missed taking a pic of the breads, meats, and potatoes. As everything is seasonally themed, desert was appropriately raspberry in several different forms. By the time we left, we had been eating for 5 hours, a most memorable meal.

The next morning we set out to see the famous red beaches on the southern shores of PEI. Unfortunately, the tide was a bit too high to see much.

But we certainly could appreciate how much iron is in the soil.

We then set out for Green Gables. Neither of us had ever read Anne of Green Gables, so we decided to listen to it on Audible as we drove around the island.

Author of the beloved children’s novel, Lucy Maud Montgomery grew up in nearby Cavendish, PEI. Her mother had died of tuberculosis when Lucy was 21 months old. Grief stricken, her father placed her with her grandparents. It was her nearby aunt and uncle that owned the home in Cavendish, PEI that became the inspiration for Green Gables.

Green Gables.

Anne of Green Gables has been translated into at least 36 languages and has sold more than 50 million copies, making it one of the best selling books worldwide to date in any language, and is taught to students around the world. The building was initially erected during the 1830s, by the MacNeil family, relatives of Montgomery, who was born near the homestead. Interest in the Green Gables property grew in the decades after Montgomery published her novels, resulting in Green Gables’ purchase by the government of Canada in 1936. The government initially operated the home as an historic house that depicted 19th century farming life on Prince Edward Island. However, by the 1970s plans were undertaken to refurbish the building to resemble Green Gables as depicted in Montgomery’s novels. Since 1985, Green Gables and the larger National Historic Site operate as a museum of Lucy Maud Montgomery and her novels. One enters through the parlor.

There is a downstairs bedroom, in the book occupied by Matthew, the elderly brother.

The kitchen has also been restored to reflect a 19th century farmhouse.

The upstairs bedroom is where Anne lived.

Even the gardens have been restored to their original function.

In her books, Montgomery describes the haunted forest, not so haunted on this gorgeous summer day.

They have even preserved Anne’s beloved Lovers’ Lane.

After a thorough tour of the Green Gables museum and property, we took a ride along a different part of the north shore of PEI than that which we had explored the previous day.

The scenery is truly spectacular.

After a long day, we headed back to Charlottetown for another scrumptious seafood meal, started, of course, with a dozen oysters. Then in the morning we bade farewell to PEI.

The weather on the return ferry was much more gray than it had been on our first crossing. So we meandered inside for yet another bowl of yummy seafood chowder and were happily surprised by the entertainment we found there: a 70s cover band.

We drove the short distance from the ferry to our home for the next few nights: Halifax Marriott Harbourfront Hotel.

Halifax Marriott Harbourfront Hotel

As the day was still young, and we had plenty of energy, we headed out to have a look around. Halifax is located on the ancestral lands of the Mi’kmaq who lived in the area long before Europeans arrived. Mi’kmaq called the area “Great Harbor”. The city itself was established by the British in 1749 in violation of treaties with the Mi’kmaq. The establishment of the city led to Father le Loutre’s War, otherwise known as the Anglo-Micmac War. General Edward Cornwallis brought nearly 1,200 settlers to the new town of Halifax, which was named after the 2nd Earl of Halifax in England. Due to his success in extending American commerce, the Earl became known as “father of the colonies”. One of the first places we encountered was Province House, the seat of the Nova Scotia House of Assembly. The three-story building is built in the Neo-Classical style with Nova Scotia sandstone. It is the oldest legislative building in Canada and has been the meeting place for the Nova Scotia legislative assembly since 1819. The building is a National Historic Site of Canada. 

Province House

Next to the Province House is a memorial honoring those who served and died during the South African (Boer) War, which took place from 1899 to 1902. 

South African (Boer) War Memorial

On the other side of Province House is a statue of Joseph Howe (1804-1873, erected in 1904 to commemorate the centennial of Howe’s birth. It was the first public statue of a Nova Scotian to be erected in the province.  Joseph Howe was a journalist and politician who championed responsible government and argued in his own defense to establish freedom of the press in Nova Scotia. 

Joseph Howe

As we walked around the old city for a while, we were struck by how many murals there are everywhere.

We found a lot with a whole lot of murals and signage explaining that there had been a mural and music festival in the second week of July.

Guided by the GPSMyCity app, we embarked on a self-guided walking tour. First we stopped to admire the Town Clock, also known as the Old Town Clock or the Citadel Clock Tower. It is one of Halifax’s most recognizable landmarks. This historic clock tower, a reconstruction of an early 19th-century Palladian-style structure, remains a symbol of the city’s military past and architectural heritage. The idea for the Town Clock was conceived by Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, who served as the commander-in-chief of British North America’s military forces. Concerned about punctuality within the British Army and Royal Navy garrison in Halifax, he commissioned a turret clock before his return to England in 1800. The clock was manufactured by the prestigious House of Vulliamy, a renowned London-based firm of Royal Clockmakers. The Town Clock officially began keeping time for Halifax’s garrison on October 20, 1803 and continues to function with its original mechanism: an intricate system of three weights, gears, and a 13-foot pendulum housed in a cast-iron frame. The bell chimes every quarter-hour and hour, maintaining the discipline of timekeeping established over two centuries ago. The clock face, set on all four sides, features Roman numerals, with “4” traditionally written as “IIII” rather than “IV” for aesthetic balance. The clock’s slow-moving mechanism has contributed to its longevity, requiring twice-weekly manual winding by employees of Citadel Hill National Historic Site, under the care of Parks Canada. At noon daily there is a gun salute.

Behind lies the Citadel, completed in 1856 with an 8 pointed star configuration surrounding the fort. The garrison grounds are now an amphitheater and artillery park. We chose not to visit having seen the citadel in Quebec City.

Town Clock

We found ourselves in the Grand Parade,  a military parade square that dates to 1749. When the first contingent of British settlers in Halifax arrived in June 1749. Charles Morris, the Chief Surveyor, worked on the town layout which comprised an urban grid made up of oblong, rectangular city blocks with the Grand Parade at the center of the town. The plan stipulated a church at the southern end of the square, and a courthouse and prison at the northern end. Today the square is used for public events, concerts and special celebrations.

The monument shown is the Halifax Grand Parade Cenotaph unveiled on July 1, 1929, to commemorate the men and women of Halifax who died in the First World War.  It was later updated to include the years of the Second World War and the Korean War. 

Halifax Grand Parade Cenotaph

The Saint Paul’s Church, on the southern end of the Grand Parade, opened in 1749. It was the first Protestant Church in Canada and is also the oldest building in Halifax. Architecturally, Saint Paul’s is a significant landmark as the first Palladian-style building in Canada. It has undergone numerous expansions over the centuries. The church’s present structure includes wings added in the 19th century, making it one of the few Anglican churches worldwide with five aisles. The church was also the official place of worship for the garrison until 1844. Many notable figures have been associated with Saint Paul’s, including Governor Edward Cornwallis, Prince Edward (the future Duke of Kent).

Saint Paul’s Church

Halifax City Hall was built in 1890. It was originally built to replace the old courthouse and for other public use. Halifax City Hall is notable for being one of the oldest public buildings in Nova Scotia. With four floors and a seven-story clock tower, it is also one of the largest.

Halifax City Hall

 City National Bank building, which has a neoclassical architectural style, was formerly a bank and is now a bar and is on the National Register of Historic Places. 

 City National Bank building

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia was originally built as the customs house and post office in 1868.  The exterior is constructed with Nova Scotia sandstone, and the building’s design was inspired by an Italian Renaissance palazzo. The museum’s collection includes historical and contemporary art from Nova Scotia, Canada, and around the world. 

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia

I digress from our self-guided walking tour to include this Tim Horton’s. At this point we had been in Canada for over 2 weeks, and it occurred to me that I have yet to include one. Driving throughout Canada, Tim Horton’s is as ubiquitous as Starbucks and Subway combined in the US; there is one in almost every gas station. We stopped a couple of times to try the coffee and snacks, but honestly, we are not big fans of either.

At this point it was starting to get late. We freshened up a bit before setting out for what turned out to be a most delicious dinner at the Five Fishermen.

In the morning we dicided to drive to Peggy’s Cove, a small rural community located on the eastern shore of St. Margarets Bay,  less than an hour drive from Halifax. Due to the large volume of tourists, we had to park out of town and walk. A short distance before we got to the town of Peggy’s Cove, we passed St. John’s Anglican Church which was constructed in the Gothic Revival style in 1893. It replaced a previous church that was destroyed by fire in 1881.

St. John’s Anglican Church

The first recorded name of the cove was Eastern Point Harbour or Peggs Harbour in 1766. The village is likely named after Saint Margaret’s Bay (Peggy being a nickname for Margaret), which Samuel de Champlian named after his mother Marguerite Le Roy.

The village was founded in 1811 when the province of Nova Scotia issued a land grant of more than 800 acres to six families of German descent. The settlers relied on fishing as the mainstay of their economy but also farmed where the soil was fertile.

Many artists and photographers  flocked to Peggy’s Cove. As roads improved, the number of tourists increased. Today the population is small but Peggy’s Cove remains an active fishing village and a favorite tourist destination.

Peggys Point Lighthouse, also known as Peggys Cove Lighthouse, is an active lighthouse  and an iconic Canadian image.

Peggys Point Lighthouse

The classic red-and-white lighthouse is still operated by the Canadian Coast Guard and is situated on an extensive granite outcrop at Peggys Point. This lighthouse is one of the most-photographed structures in Atlantic Canada and one of the most recognizable lighthouses in the world.

Despite numerous signs warning of unpredictable surf (including one on a bronze plaque on the lighthouse itself), several visitors each year are swept off the rocks by waves, sometimes drowning.

There were several musicians hoping for tips from tourists including a man playing bagpipes and this guy playing an Alphorn (not very well…we were in Switzerland just last year).

More than 400 million years ago, in the Devonian Period, the plate tectonics movement of the Earth’s crust allowed molten material to bubble up from the Earth’s interior. This formed the rocks seen today and are part of the Great Nova Scotia batholith, a large mass of intrusive igneous rock. The landscape of Peggy’s Cove and surrounding areas was subsequently carved by the migration of glaciers and the ocean tides.

Peggy’s Cove has been declared a preservation area to protect its rugged beauty.

William Edward deGarthe (1907–1983) was a Finnish painter and sculptor who lived for much of his life in Peggy’s Cove.  In the late 1970s, deGarthe began a ten-year project to sculpt a “lasting monument to Nova Scotia fishermen” on a 100 ft granite outcropping behind his Peggy’s Cove Home. In 1976 deGarthe invited one of his students, J. Rene Barrette to help him with the sculpture. They worked together for 5 years. The project was about 80-per cent complete when the artist died in 1983.

The work depicts thirty-two fishermen and their wives and children enveloped by the wings of the guardian angel St. Elmo. It also features the image of Peggy, a legendary late-18th century shipwreck survivor deGarthe believed gave her name to the village. deGarthe bequeathed the sculpture to the province of Nova Scotia, and it can be viewed in a park located behind his former home.

We traveled back to Halifax along a different route from which we had come to see more of the coastline. We were rewarded with some magnificent scenery.

One observation during our time in Canada that I have failed to mention is the plethora of Canadian flags on so many homes and businesses.

We wondered whether this is typical of Canadians or if it was inspired by their current anti-American (ie anti-Trump) sentiment.

And of course no road trip in Canada is complete without passing a Tim Horton’s (or 2 or more).

Once back in Halifax we embarked on a stroll along the Halifax Waterfront Boardwalk. The boardwalk stretches from Halifax Seaport to Casino Nova Scotia. It is about a two mile walk, making it an easy excursion. It has everything one would imagine on a boardwalk. We started in front of our hotel.

and continued walking. About central is the Dockyard Clock. Originally installed in 1772 in the domed cupola of the Hauser Stores, which were part of the original Halifax Naval Dockyard, it is the last remaining architectural feature of the original Naval Dockyard. It is one of the oldest turret clocks in Canada.  The clock has been relocated three times and its current location is at Chebucto Landing. 

Dockyard Clock

Further along the boardwalk we passed the The Maritime Museum of the Atlantic, the oldest and largest Maritime Museum in Canada. The original concept of the Museum can be credited to a group of Royal Canadian Navy officers who envisioned a maritime museum where relics of Canada’s naval past could be conserved. Starting with a small space at the Halifax Dockyard in 1948, the museum then moved to quarters in the Halifax Citadel in 1952, and became the Maritime Museum of Canada in 1957. Floods and fires in the early 1960s caused temporary relocations to a variety of sites until 1965, when a home was found in a former bakery building at the Navy’s Victualling Depot. The Museum became the Marine History section of the Nova Scotia Museum in 1967. We kept thinking if the weather turned rainy, we would venture inside. But alas, the summertime sun was so gorgeous, we never got around to it.

In front of and part of the Maritime Museum is the CSS Acadia, a former hydrographic and oceanographic research ship. The ship served the Hydrographic Survey of Canada and the Canadian Hydrographic Service from 1913 to 1969, charting the coastline of Eastern Canada. It is the only ship still afloat that served in the Royal Canadian Navy during both World Wars and was present during the 1917 Halifax Explosion, more on that later.

CSS Acadia

All along the boardwalk are restaurants, coffee shops, souvenir shops, and plenty of things to see, do and buy. This very Canadian fast food spot serves poutine, a Canadian dish consisting of french fries and cheese curds topped with a hot brown gravy. Poutine originated in Quebec in the 1950s and has become a popular symbol of Québécois and Canadian cuisine.  We tried it once but were not at all fans.

There is, of course, also a Cow’s Ice Cream shop.

There were also multiple statues on the boardwalk,

even a Lebanese one. This statue was unveiled in September 2018 to commemorate 130 years of Lebanese immigration to the city and to honor the early Lebanese settlers. It depicts a young man in traditional Lebanese clothing, facing away from the harbor as if he has just arrived to begin a new life. The monument is a universal symbol of a proud, strong, and globally united Lebanese community. 

But the statue that amused us most was this one that despite the sign was never without folks young and old atop it when we passed.

There we also more murals on the boardwalk

this one right in front of our hotel, party time!

In the Harbor are plenty of ships all the time.

Also there is a view of Georges Island. The island is a glacial drumlin that has been a strategic military fortification since the mid-18th century.  It was part of the “Halifax Defense Complex” and served as a prison and an Acadian internment camp. Georges Island is only accessible by sea, and visitors can take a ferry or use a private boat, canoe, or kayak. The lighthouse on the island was first established in 1876, with the current concrete lighthouse built in 1919 after the original was destroyed by fire. 

Georges Island

We found a spot for dinner before calling it quits for the day. We had our usual Nova Scotia fare.

In the morning we had booked a Harbor Hopper tour. The bus part of it whipped around the city so fast that we got very little out of the experience; we had done better with our self-guided walking tour. We learned two important facts: Spring Street is so named because natural springs run beneath it. It was previously the busiest of all streets and lined with Victorian homes, only one of which survives today. The second interesting fact is that the Halifax Harbor is the second deepest city harbor in the world after Sydney Harbor, Australia. Many office buildings use the water in their air conditioning systems. But then the amphibious machine turned into a boat and took us out onto the water making the tour worth our while. We got great views of the harbor.

We could see out hotel

and the dockyard clock

and the CSS Acadia docked in front of the Maritime Museum. The Acadia, now part of the museum and used for science research, was the only ship to survive the Halifax explosion of 1917.

While on the water, our guide explained about the Halifax explosion of 1917. On the morning of 6 December 1917 at 8:45 am, the French cargo ship SS Mont-Blanc collided with the Norwegian vessel SS Imo  in the harbor. Mont-Blanc, laden with high explosives caught fire and detonated. At least 1,782 people, largely in Halifax and Dartmouth, were killed by the blast, debris, fires, or collapsed buildings, and an estimated 9,000 others were injured. The blast was the largest human-made explosion at the time. A tsunami created by the blast wiped out a community of Mi’kmaq who had lived in the Tufts Cove  area for generations. Rescue trains were dispatched from across Atlantic Canada, as well as the northeastern United States.  The response to the explosion from Boston and the appreciation in Halifax cemented ongoing warm relations.  In 1918, Halifax sent a Christmas tree to Boston in thanks and remembrance for the help that the Boston Red Cross and the Massachusetts Public Safety Committee provided immediately after the disaster.[That gift was revived in 1971 by the Nova Scotia government to continue the goodwill gesture and to promote trade and tourism. The tree is Boston’s official Christmas tree and is lit on Boston Common throughout the holiday season.

We thoroughly enjoyed our excursion out onto the water.

Once back on terra firma, we decided to continue our self-guided walking tour. First stop was Saint Mary’s Cathedral Basilica, a Gothic Revival style Catholic cathedral and the mother church of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Halifax-Yarmouth.  It was built on the site of a wooden chapel from 1784, with the cornerstone of the current stone building laid in 1820. Though consecrated in 1899, it was made a basilica in 1950. The interior of the cathedral suffered great damage during the explosion of 1917. Most of the cathedral’s stained glass windows were shattered and some of the bells were cracked. Renovations have repaired the windows and restored the bells to their previous grandeur.

Saint Mary’s Cathedral Basilic

The cathedral’s spire is the tallest polished free-standing granite spire in North America.

The Government House of Nova Scotia, located on Barrington Street, serves as the official residence of the lieutenant governor of Nova Scotia. Construction of Government House was commissioned in 1800 by then-Governor Sir John Wentworth to replace the previous Government House, which stood on the site now occupied by Province House.  Although the building was still incomplete, the governor and his family moved in by 1805.

The Government House of Nova Scotia

As we wandered inside, there just happened to be a tour in English about to start, so we joined. The wallpaper is all hand painted.

The dining room has the only original piece of furniture: a mahogany dining table.

On opposite entrances to the dining room are the two coat of arms: Nova Scotia

Nova Scotia Coat of Arms

and the royal family.

Royal Family Coat of Arms

There are also several interesting objects of art

and silver service.

Over the years, Government House has hosted numerous royal guests. Prince Edward (later King Edward VII) was the first in 1860, followed by Prince Arthur (1869), Prince George (later King George V) in 1883 and 1901, and Prince Albert (1913). King George VI returned in 1939 with Queen Elizabeth, who later visited as the Queen Mother. Queen Elizabeth II made multiple visits. Other royals included Princess Margaret, Prince Andrew, Prince Edward, and Prince Charles with Princess Diana. Queen Elilizabeth last visited in 2021. The staircase to the private rooms is the longest unsupported staircase in Canada.

We were informed that the Lieutenant Governor very much still lives and works here, but is currently out of town, which is why we were invited into his office.

Across the street from the Government House is an old burial ground. The Old Burying Ground was established in 1749 and served as the city’s main cemetery until 1844. 

The Welsford-Parker Monument is a triumphal arch that commemorates two Nova Scotian officers, Major Augustus Welsford and Captain William Parker, who died in the Crimean War. 

The Welsford-Parker Monument

The monument was erected in 1860 and is the only Crimean War monument in North America.

The Welsford-Parker Monument

St. Matthew’s United Church is one of the oldest Protestant church communities in the city.  Established in 1749, the same year as the original colony, it initially served as a place of worship for various dissenting Protestants from New England who did not align with the Church of England. The congregation originally gathered at Saint Paul’s Church until it secured its building at Hollis and Prince Streets in 1754. However, this structure was lost to a fire in 1857, leading to the construction of the current church on Barrington Street. The church also made use of the Old Burying Ground in Halifax. The congregation became part of the United Church of Canada in 1925, and has been known as St. Matthew’s United Church since then. 

St. Matthew’s United Church

We passed the Halifax Court House, a historic building the main section of which was completed in 1863.  It has housed both county and provincial courts since its completion. The architecture is noted for its imposing facade with a classical pediment and Tuscan columns. 

Halifax Court House

We also passed the former Halifax Memorial Library. The library was opened in 1951 as a memorial to soldiers who died in the World Wars. It was the main branch of the Halifax Public Libraries until 2014, when it was replaced by the Halifax Central Library.  The Halifax Regional Municipality is currently exploring options for the site’s future, which may include demolishing the building and turning the area into a park with “historical interpretation”. 

former Halifax Memorial Library

On the grounds is a 10 foot bronze statue of Winston Churchill. It was sculpted by Oscar Nemon and unveiled on January 20, 1980.  The statue was created to honor Sir Winston Churchill, who visited Halifax in 1943 and 1944. 

Halifax Central Library is the flagship library of the Halifax Public Library System. This library was completed in 2014 in a Modern architectural style designed. The library is notable for its ultra-modern design. It has the appearance of multiple levels stacked atop each other at varying angles. This includes the fifth floor, which juts over the plaza providing shade to the benches and tables below.

Halifax Central Library

The library is also home to public artwork created by Cliff Eyland. Eyland painted 5,000 miniature paintings on canvas the size of library cards, fittingly called “Library Cards.” 

“Library Cards”

Along with books, the library offers community rooms, an auditorium and two cafes. The rooftop terrace is a popular spot for visitors to get a beautiful view of Halifax from a unique location. We went up for a look.

The Ralph M. Medjuck Building, also known as the “H Building,” located on the Sexton Campus of Dalhousie University, was originally constructed in 1909 as the main building for the Nova Scotia Technical College. It is currently home to the university’s School of Architecture and Planning. 

The Ralph M. Medjuck Building, also known as the “H Building

The Church of Saint David was established in 1925, when the Presbyterians leased and then purchased the former Grafton Street Methodist Church as their congregational home. Much valued for its historical and spiritual association with Methodism and the creation of the United Church of Canada, the place is also valued for its association with the talented and renowned architect, David Stirling. Designed in the Victorian Gothic style, Sterling’s creation is a rare, if not unique, example of such architecture, constructed in brick from the province. The building is highlighted by its great front gable with tall Gothic buttresses and five detailed finials that project above the roof line. Most notably, the church was built without a steeple. Initially named simply the Presbyterian Church, the temple was renamed in 1930 in honor of the saintly King David I of Scotland, who reigned from 1124 to 1153.

The Church of Saint David

Located on Barrington Street, the Khyber Building has been a cornerstone of Halifax’s cultural scene for over a century. Originally erected in 1888 as The Church of England Institute, this Victorian Gothic Revival structure has evolved through various identities, from a religious institution to a vibrant artist-run center, music venue, and social space. It’s cultural reinvention began in 1994, when Halifax’s City Council repurposed the building as an arts hub, leading to the establishment of the Khyber Arts Society in 1997. By 1998, the Khyber Club emerged as a contemporary art gallery and performance space, fostering Halifax’s underground music and visual arts communities. Over the years, it became synonymous with artistic experimentation and creative energy, hosting countless exhibitions, concerts, and community events.

However, in 2014, the Halifax Regional Municipality closed the building due to hazardous materials, putting its future in limbo. A passionate movement emerged to reclaim and restore the space, and in March 2023, the Barrington Street Building Preservation Society secured $200,000 in federal funding and an additional $250,000 from the municipality to assist in remediation efforts. This funding marks a significant step toward reopening the Khyber as a thriving cultural venue under the stewardship of the Khyber Centre for the Arts.

Khyber Building

We had our final dinner in Canada on the waterfront at The Bicycle Thief. Of course we started with a dozen oysters and dined from there.

Argentina Wine Country Part 2: Salta, Tucuman, and Jujuy Provinces: March 11-19

Next we flew to Salta, which is the name of both the capital city as well as the province. With a population of about a half million, the city serves as the cultural and economic center of the Valle de Lerma Metropolitan Area. We arrived in the late afternoon and were told to be up and ready for a very long drive early the next morning. We ventured out into our local neighborhood to discover the peñas,  places where Salteños sit and listen to their local folklore idols.

We lucked into a fantastic dinner .

with fun entertainment of local folk dancers and the soft instrumentals of the Musica de los Andes.

As promised, we were up and out very early to meet Gerardo, who was to be both our driver and guide for the next several days. Gerardo started with background history; Hernando de Lerma founded San Felipe de Lerma in 1582, following orders of the viceroy Francisco de Toledo; the name of the city was soon changed to “San Felipe de Salta”.  There are several theories as to where the name Salta originated, but one of the most popular is the proposal that it is of Quechua origin, with “salta” possibly meaning “a pleasant place to settle down”. 

Salteños like to brag that Salta is where Argentina’s independence from Spain was advanced. Gauchos were able to hide from the Spaniards in the mountains, traveling by mule. They were led by Martín Miguel de Güemes (1785-1821). Güemes, whose father was an accountant to the king, had been born in Salta, trained in the military in Buenos Aires, and returned to Salta in 1815 to lead the guerrillas against the Spaniards. He was subsequently appointed governor of the Salta Province.

As we drove through the Lerma Valley Gerardo pointed out the numerous tobacco farms and explained how the crops had to be genetically altered to tolerate the high elevations. Most of the tobacco from the region is exported to China. Most of the land has been owned by the Saravira family for over 300 years. The land is also rich with copper, silver, and lithium. We passed through El Carril, which means junction. It is famous for gauchos, empanadas, and tobacco production. Historically horses have been bred here. They are currently bred only for export to England and Dubai for polo.

As we drove along the Rio Rosario, Gerardo explained that the roads are often impassable due to flooding and rock and mud slides from the soft surrounding mountains. We crossed over a bridge, which gave us an opportunity to stop and take some pics.

We passed a red shrine and asked Gerardo about it as we had seen several on the road between El Calafate and El Chaltan. Gerardo explained that they are called Gauchito shrines in honor of Gauchito Gil, who is a folk hero in Argentina. Antonio Gil was supposedly born in the 1840s near what is now the city of Mercedes. He grew up to become a gaucho and for reasons unknown fled the army and went on to become a thief, perhaps a cattle rustler, who stole from the rich and helped the poor, a Robin Hood of sorts. He was eventually caught on January 8, 1878, and sentenced to hang. Before dying, he told the executioner that upon arriving home he would find his son very ill, but that he could be saved from death if the executioner prayed for Gil’s intercession. The man did as the Gauchito had told him and the son was miraculously saved.  In gratitude, he returned to the spot where Gil had been executed, buried him, and erected a cross, thus giving birth to the cult.

Gerardo also pointed out regular shrines along the way, typical of the area.

The third type of shrines common on the roadside in Salta Province are apachetas, which are not just piles of stones; they are sacred spaces where travelers, initially Incas, leave small offerings, such as coca leaves, food, or small personal items, as a way to thank Pachamama (Mother Earth) for safe passage or to ask for blessings for their journey. They are often found in high-altitude areas like mountain passes, where the landscape is considered powerful and where travelers may feel closer to the divine. The placement of apachetas also serves as a guide, marking safe routes and indicating places of significance. To the unknowing tourist, it could look like a pile of rocks and trash.

As we drove out of the fertile valley and up into the mountains, Gerardo pointed out the cacti. There are two main types of cacti that grow in this region. The faster growing ones, depicted below, are the candelabra cacti, which can grow as much as 2 inches a year.

We stopped at the Mirador de la Cuesta del Obispo with a view of the Lerma Valley. Unfortunately, the day was a bit overcast making the panoramic views not quite so magnificent.

But what we lacked in drama was made up for by all the fauna we saw along the way. This fox greeted us at an overlook.

and was interested in us

until he found his friend.

We saw tons of sheep and goats up on the mountain ridges.

as well as cattle grazing right along the side of the road.

We passed very few houses along the way. The few we did see were powered by solar power. We made a bathroom stop at Pie de la Cuesta.

There we met a van full of American bird watchers. They were looking for toucans but found for us a great kiskadee, known for its distinct vocals.

From here we were at an altitude of over 200 m (6500 feet) and climbing. We learned that llamas can only live at these high altitudes. We reached our peak for the day at:

11,300 feet

Next we entered the Parque de los Carbones, the park featuring the second type of cactus found here: the slow growing carbones at less than a half an inch a year. We stopped at the Piedra de Molina (Millstone).

Piedra de Molina (Millstone).

and visited the Capilla de San Raphael (Church of Saint Raphael).

Capilla de San Raphael (Church of Saint Raphael)

Eric bought llama sausage from a local.

Hunting is prohibited in the park, so the wildlife is abundant. We saw lots of guanacos.

We pulled over and hiked up to the Mirador Ojo del Condor (Lookout of the eyes of a Condor) for a view of the cacti-filled valley below.

Once down in the valley, we hiked amongst the cacti. Growing at only a half inch a year, the oldest are close to a thousand years old!

The fruit of the cardone tastes a bit like kiwi. Each fruit has many seeds, but only one will grow into a cactus.

Once it falls to the ground and germinates, the developing cactus is protected from the harsh sun by the jarilla bush.

We passed along the almost 11 miles of Tin-Tin Straight (Recta de Tin-Tin) notable as a remnant of the Inca road system, built over 500 years ago when the Incas arrived from Peru in about 1430, about 100 years before the Spaniards arrived and conquered the natives. Now the road is a high altitude winery route.

We travelled through the Calchaquí Valley, which means “moon farmers” because the farming here follows the cycles of the moon especially for farming paprika. We stopped for lunch in Cachi which has a population of about 7,000. It is known for its colonial architecture, particularly its white adobe buildings. The church has 3 bells, unusually all on the same stick.

We found a local restaurant and tried all the local favorites: locro, a squash stew.

stewed goat

and tamales.

After filling our bellies, we wandered around town a bit. Cachi is the paprika capital of Argentina.

Paprika production basically involves drying the peppers in the sun.

They also make and sell alfajores here, a favorite sandwich cookie of Argentina.

We noted the “welcome condor”

and strolled through the artisan market.

After lunch we were back on the road. We made a bathroom stop in Molinos with its Pueblo Church

Pueblo Church

beautiful hotel: Haciednda de Molinos. The hacienda is a refurbished 18th-century building, once the home of the last royal governor of Salta, preserving its original colonial charm with features like adobe walls and carob tree ceilings.

The enchanting courtyard exhibits one of these ancient carob trees.

Across the road is a nature preserve.

Then again we were back on the road. We passed adobe houses abandoned over 200 years ago. I cannot stress enough how rough the drive was for Gerardo who navigated many areas of washed out or flooded dirt roads not to mention maneuvering around the herds of animals. And we were over 11 hours on the road in just the first day.

But the scenery was stunning, making the long hours worthwhile.

Our post lunch drive passed 15 million year-old mountains.

and natural monuments.

Pictures barely capture the beauty of the landscape.

Choosing which pictures to include was not an easy task.

We stretched our legs on a mini hike up to a mirador.

crossing Rio Calchaqui

It was early evening when we reached Cafayate and checked into Hotel Comfort.

Cafayate is a cute town with a population of 15,000 and sits at an altitude of 5,600 feet. Cafayate is one of the highest regions in the world that is suitable for viticulture. After settling in we went to the town square and had dinner in a cute outdoor cafe with live music.

In the morning we started our “high altitude wine” tour. First stop was Piattelli.

This high altitude is what defines the region and makes it suitable for growing grapes despite its close proximity to the equator. Due to the high altitude, Cafayate receives intense sunlight which causes the skins of the grapes to thicken significantly as a protection against the sun. Though the days are bright and warm, true to a desert climate, the nights can be very cold which causes the growing season to be extended and ultimately leads to a balanced structure in the end.

The soils in Cafayate consist mostly of free-draining chalky loam and in some areas can be quite rocky. The dry soils cause stress in the vines which causes them to produce less vegetation and not as many grapes. One would think this is a bad thing, but in fact, it proves to be very good and that less, truly is more. As there are fewer grapes, all the work the vines do to get these few grapes the nutrients means the concentration of flavors within the grapes rises. As Cafayate is a desert-climate, and has very low rainfall and humidity, the vines rely on the meltwater from the Andes to keep hydrated during the particularly dry periods.

The original Piattelli Vineyard is in Mendoza, since 1940, which is where their Malbec grapes are grown. The current owner, from Minnesota, bought about 250 acres in Cafayate in 2007. Here they started producing wines in 2013. A majority of the grapes grown here are Torrontés, a white grape varietal. Due to the high altitude (anything above 5,900 feet is considered high altitude) the skin of the grape is much thicker. The water source is underground aquifers via pumps.

The Piattelli method of winemaking is a little different than what we had seen in Mendoza.

The Torrontés grapes are now considered to be native to Argentina. But local lore claims the grapes were originally brought to the area from Spain by Jesuits in 1879. But the Jesuits were killed by the king of Spain, and wine was then reintroduced to the area by French brothers.

Sorters with vibrators make hand sorting and cleaning easier.

The Torrontés grapes are first fermented at 46 degrees F to take away sediment then 57 degrees for sterilization and clarification. They are never in oak barrels nor do they age in bottles, only steel. Their red wines, however, do go into underground barrels of both French and American oak.

The wine cellar at Piattelli has a small exhibition of early Americans.

including samples of pottery

and art depicting early life here.

Then, of course, we had a tasting.

Our next stop was the family owned Viñas en Flor winery at an altitude of 5100 feet consisting of about 250 acres bought in 2004. The first wines were produced here in 2014.

Viñas de Flores

Because of the time, we started with lunch, which was truly gourmet, before the tour.

The desert was one typical to the region: crepe with dulce de leche, which is a rich, sweet, and thick caramel-like sauce made by slowly cooking milk and sugar until they caramelize and thicken.

Of course we had wine with every coarse. We loved the artwork on the bottles.

We were so full we had no room for more tasting, but we were taken on a tour of the winery which includes a guesthouse as well as a restaurant. But construction for now has been halted, they claim due to limited funds due to decreased tourists due to policy changes of the new Miele government. What is particularly special about Viñas de Flores is they use trellises to protect the vines from the intense equatorial sun, although it was late in the season and not currently in use.

Next stop was Nanni Winery, a family-owned winery founded in 1897. In 1986 they received the organic certification, one of the few in the area. To be organic they need a 4.3 mile perimeter from vineyards using chemicals. One of the many insect deterrents is the use of white roses. Their 120 acres, relatively small, are at 5400 feet and contain only torrentés grapes. Due to the small production, they do not sell outside Argentina.

We did not love their wines, but we did enjoy some of their artwork

and the very old door.

Interestingly, they do not use cork in their bottles, instead it is the base of the sugar cane plants, which are abundant in the area on the sunny side of the mountain range.

Done with wine tasting for the day, we strolled around Cafayate, which is basically a square with a few side streets..

Prominent in the town square stands the 1885 Cathedral of Our Lady of the Rosary.

Cathedral of Our Lady of the Rosary

Eric sent up the drone for a birds’ eye view of Cafayate.

drone view Cafayate

We turned in for the night.

courtyard outside our room

In the morning we left Cafayate. We briefly left Salta Province and entered Tucuman Province, considered the nation’s birthplace. Its Casa Histórica de la Independencia museum in the capital city of San Miguel is the spot where independence from Spain was declared in 1816.

We drove through the Colalao Valley to the Quilmes Ruins, The site was the largest pre-Columbian settlement in the country, occupying about 75 acres The area dates back to c. 850 AD when the peregriños de sueno (pilgrims with a dream) arrived. It was inhabited by the Quilmes people, of which it is believed that about 5,000 lived here during its height. It should be noted here that the Quilmes are the only native peoples that have descendants living in Argentina today; the rest were killed or exported as slaves by the Spaniards. The Quilmes had survived the invasion of the Incas only to succumb to the Spaniards. In 1665 the Spaniards took the 2600 Quilmes who survived the battle and marched them to Buenos Aires; only 899 survived the journey.

First we visited the museum to learn about the Quilmes people, their communities, their crafts

vessels

and their tools

They had planted crops and used channels from the river for irrigation systems. They were artisans, farmers, and shepherds. They had an organized social community based on families and a ruling chief: caciques.

Then we went outside to the ruins of the pucara (a prehispanic defensive hilltop site or fortification) first discovered and studied in the 1880s. (The view from above looking down is better.) This picture shows how the land envelopes the area and has peaks from which watch posts could be manned for protection of the community.

Quilmes Ruins

We noted the alter at the base of the ruins.

The work zone has a room for grinding corn and wheat.

And there are numerous homes.

As climbed up to one of the side forts, we noted the decorations included in the building process.

From the fort is a better view of the ruins.

The panoramic distorts it, but gives a feel of the enormity of the ruins.

Quilmes Ruins

Back in the truck we retraced our morning drive and made one last winery stop for lunch in Cafayate at El Povenir Winery.

El Povenir Winery

El Povenir sits at over 4900 feet and its first vines were planted in 1945. They receive less than 10 inches of rain a year, true desert-like conditions, so irrigation is a must and uses gravity and streams from the mountains. They also use a pergola system to protect the vines from the harsh sun. The current owners are the fourth generation of the same family. A unique element of the vineyards here is that they grow red and white grapes intermingled.

Before lunch we had yet another wine tasting. A first for us here was a narango (orange) wine, which is produced from white wine grapes fermented with their skins for a short 45 day maceration, giving it an amber color and complex flavor profile. It is a winemaking technique with ancient roots but experimental for this winery. It is a bit more citric tasting, but the name is for the color. It is best served with spicy food.

We then enjoyed another gourmet meal with wine at every coarse (and we wonder why we are gaining weight). A highlight was the homemade ravioli. There were so many Italian immigrants to Argentina, pasta is included in almost every meal and certainly on every menu. There are no separate, distinct Italian restaurants in Argentina as we have them in the US; the food is integrated into the Argentinian cuisine.

As we enjoyed our meal we watched preparations for a wedding the following day. El Povenir includes a beautiful resort.

They have beautiful plants throughout, but we were particularly impressed with the cacti.

After lunch, we returned to the city of Salta, driving along the Quebrada de las Conchas that originated in the Tertiary Age, 70 million years ago and divides the Lerma Valley and the Calchaqui Valley. Along the Quebrada de las Conchas we were impressed with the many rock formations and their colors

and the Conchas River, which is the same as the Calchaqui River, but the name changes.

Conchas River

The area is a protected preserve but is not yet a protected national park. There is uranium, which makes the locals anxious about the future of this beautiful landscape. Wind erosion has formed a succession of capricious natural phenomena such as Los Castillos

Los Castillos

El Obelisco (the Obelisk)

El Amphitheater (The Amphitheater) with excellent acoustics 

entering The Amphitheater

inside The Amphitheater
looking out from The Amphitheater

and Garganta del Diablo (The Devil’s Throat), a deep and narrow canyon.

Garganta del Diablo

Once inside, there were some who climbed, but we were not that brave.

After three long days, back in Salta the next day, Gerardo rested while we took a walking tour of Salta with Veronica. She furthered our Salta history explaining that the city was founded in 1582 by the Spanish conquistador Hernando de Lerma, who arrived from the north when he found the valley by following an Inca trail. He intended the settlement to be an outpost between Lima, Peru and Buenos Aires. 

Hernando de Lerma

The statue of Hernando is in Güemes Park named for Miguel de Güemes who, as mentioned above, as the local military leader under the command of General José de San Martín, defended the city and surrounding area from Spanish forces coming from further north between 1815-1821.

Güemes Park

Across from Güemes Park is the Salta Province Parliament building.

Salta Province Parliament building

Veronica pointed out that in addition to Spanish influence, particularly that of Andalusia, there is French influence in the architicture, as can be seen in the building below, originally a private home, now a hostel.

We approached the basilica from the back.

and found ourselves at the main square of Salta, the July 9th Plaza, Independence Day. It was on this day in 1816 that the Congress of Tucumán declared Argentina’s formal independence from Spain.

July 9th Square

At the head of the square sits the Cathedral Basilica of Salta. In 1856, after an earthquake in 1844 had destroyed the original church on this site, plans and subsequent construction of the new basilica were begun; it was completed in 1882. The original simple church had been built in 1592 and had been expanded by 1000 Jesuit pilgrims sent from Peru in 1692. In the late 18th century, Franciscans replaced the Jesuits, who were thought to be too aggressive with killing the local indigenous people. When the church was destroyed in the earthquake, a statue of the Virgin survived, considered a miracle, and is now the “protector” of the basilica.

Cathedral Basilica of Salta

Unfortunately, every time we passed the basilica there was either a mass in progress or it was closed to the public, so we never managed to get inside. Veronica told us that instead of lighting candles, the devout bring carnations: red for the Lord, white for the Virgin. Veronica told us that the Franciscans introduced the violin, which quickly became adapted with the local music. They also introduced Baroque art; everything inside is adorned with gold leaf, as can be seen above the entrance.

Veronica pointed out the all seeing eye of the lord over the entrance to the basilica.

Pope John Paul II visited in 1986.

Pope John Paul II

Veronica pointed out other buildings around the square including this mid-nineteenth century palace, with a neo-Gothic façade of Victorian imprint, which was a school for ladies studying to be teachers or nurses

and this prior boys’ school built in 1919 and now part of the Centro Cultural América.

The Museo de Arqueología de Alta Montaña (Museum of High Altitude Archaeology) was inaugurated in 2004 to preserve, research and exhibit a unique collection; more on that later.

The Museo de Arqueología de Alta Montaña

The orange trees around the square provide shade. The oranges are too bitter to be eaten but instead are made into marmalade.

The Cabildo de Salta, the parliament building from 1626 until 1821, was originally built with adobe walls, mud-cake roofs and no tower. In 1789 masonry arcades, tile roofs, and the iron railings of the upper floor, as well as the balcony and carved figures of angels with indigenous faces were added replacing the earlier, more modest structure. The tower of the Cabildo was erected as an independent structure in 1797 with the purpose of locating in a visible place the public clock that had been removed from the then Church of the Company of Jesus. Ultimately the clock was moved to its current place on the Cathedral Basilica of Salta. The Cabildo is now a museum.

Cabildo de Salta

The weather vane’s figure looks like a leprechaun but is supposed to be a Saltanian.

The balconies seen are typical to Argentina and are similar to those used by Eva Peron to address the crowds.

In the center of the plaza de Julio 9 is a monument.

Inaugurated in 1919, the statue represents and pays homage to General Juan Antonio Álvarez de Arenales, an outstanding figure in the struggle for independence, declared on the 9th of July, 1816. Álvarez became governor of Salta in 1824. The 12 female figures around the base symbolize the 12 muses as well as the 12 original provinces (there are now 24 provinces in Argentina).

On the corner of the square sits a statue of Gustavo “Cuchi” Leguizamón (1917–2000), an Argentine poet, composer, and musician born in Salta. Cuchi brought a new harmonic freedom to Argentina’s traditional folk music, inspired by 20th-century composers.

Across the street from the square sits the pink Salta Hotel. Built in 1942 it was the city’s first hotel.

Salta Hotel

Down Caseros street is the San Francisco Church and Convent. The Franciscan order received the land for the complex shortly after Salta was founded in 1582. Construction on the current church was begun under the direction of Fray Vicente Muñoz, with the first stage of construction concluding around 1625. The church underwent significant reforms in the 1870s and was further embellished by Italian architect Luis Giorgi, who added Neoclassical and Baroque details. The current convent was originally a hospital.

San Francisco Church and Convent

The symbolism in the reliefs have somewhat typical catholic themes.

But Fray Muñoz also showed respect for indigenous people’s beliefs, and incorporated many of their symbols like condors, swallows, frogs (which represent fertility)and snakes into the art works.

The interior is typical Franciscan-style: simplicity of design, single nave, wood and local materials and an unadorned alter.

San Roque is the protector of dogs. The legend is that Roque was traveling, became injured and immobile on the road. A dog found him and brought him bread daily until his family found him. On August 16th, the annual feast day commemorating him, parishioners bring their dogs to church.

On September 15, Salta, celebrates the “Fiesta del Milagro,” a significant religious pilgrimage honoring the Lord and Virgin of the Miracle with a large procession through the city. The event commemorates the end of the earthquake in 1692 and involves hundreds of thousands of pilgrims traveling from across the province and country to renew their faith. 

As we walked, we asked Veronica about the large crowds of people we see outside certain doors in the evenings. She explained that they are English language schools. She told us that the economy has gotten so poor for the average worker in Argentina, many must choose between education for their children or health insurance for themselves. The public schools have been so weakened in recent years by government cuts that children in public schools only go half day, either morning or afternoon. They are ill prepared for college. By learning English they are hoping for jobs in the growing tourism industry. But without health insurance, they are at risk. With recent cuts in the public health system many rural public hospitals and clinics have closed. The refrain we heard several times is “if you get sick, you die.” Veronica took a moment to point out shops along the way, including this one selling alpaca wool.

San Bernardo Convent is the oldest religious construction in Salta. A chapel dedicated to San Bernardo, second patron saint of the city, was erected in this place at the end of the 16th century. Destroyed by the earthquake of 1692, it was rebuilt in 1723. Today only 16 nuns live here.

San Bernardo Convent

From the architecture point of view, the most interesting feature is the entrance.

After our walking tour with Veronica, we went back to Museo de Arqueología de Alta Montaña (Museum of High Altitude Archaeology), aka MAAM. There we were not allowed to take photos, but were awed by what we saw. The collection includes the mummified bodies of two children and a young woman from the Inca period, offered to the gods in a Capacocha ceremony on the Llullaillaco (translated from Quechua to: lying water, ie glaciers) volcano (22,110 feet), at the border between Argentina and Chile, with over 100 burial objects. The bodies were found in 1999; the museum opened in 2004. For the Incas, nature was sacred and the higher the place, the closer to the sun, the more holy. They were fond of mountain shrines, huacas, with over 200 in the Andes, 50 of which are in the Salta province. Capacocha was an important sacrificial rite that involved the sacrifice of children. Children of both sexes were selected from across the Inca empire for sacrifice in capacocha ceremonies. The children of chiefs from different territories were first married to unite the kingdom, then given alcohol and coca leaves to make them sleep, then buried in the chupas while still alive to “meet their ancestors.” Only one of the three mummies is on display at any time to both protect them all and allow for further research. It was stunning how incredibly well preserved the bodies are today.

After the museum we headed for our big meal to celebrate my birthday! We ate in a local restaurant specializing in the all the regional specialties: tamales, locro, empanadas, and more. We tried them all.

In the morning we were back with Gerardo for another road trip. Our first stop was to see the Estación Campo Quijano (Quijano Train Staion), which was the home of the world’s highest steam engine train, reaching altitudes over 15,000 feet. It no longer operates because the abundance of landslides in the area made it more costly to maintain than the politicians were willing to support. It originally carried animals, tobacco, and other agricultural products; there are over 3000 varieties of potatoes grown regionally. But more recently it has been used by the lithium mines.

Estación Campo Quijano

As we ascended through the Quebrada del Toro (Bull Gorge) we could see remnants of the now defunct railroad.

I have mentioned, both here and previously, the numerous landslides. Many times during our drive Gerardo has had to maneuver around and/or through massive amounts of mud and water on the road. We asked him to pull over at one such spot to record just how difficult road maintenance is in the region.

As we drove Gerardo pointed out ruins that he explained were “typically Incan” because of their square structures.

He also pointed out the roadside Difunti Correa, a small shrine. According to popular legend, the husband of Deolinda Correa was forcibly recruited around the year 1840, during the Argentine civil wars. When he became sick, he was abandoned by the Montoneras (partisans). In an attempt to reach her sick husband, Deolinda took her baby and followed the tracks of the Montoneras through the desert. When her supplies ran out, she died. Her body was found days later by gauchos who were driving cattle through San Juan Province. They were astonished when they saw the dead woman’s baby was still alive, feeding from her “miraculously” ever-full breast. Gauchos and truck drivers leave bottles of water on the shrine to “quench her eternal thirst”. The roads were historically trade routes passing through the desert, used for trading livestock to Chile in exchange for copper.

We passed through Alfacito, the only town in the area with a school. Children must get themselves to school from the mountains. We passed ruins of a 1200 year old animal corral and 600 year old Inca buildings. We stopped in Santa Rosa de Tasil (bell stone). When the stones are struck with metal they ring.

We toured the tiny museum

and visited the small chapel.

We then passed over Abra Blanca (high mountain overpass) at an altitude of over 14,000 feet. The views were stunning.

with, of course, a shrine.

Along the way we passed llamas and vicuñas. Both are only found above 6000 feet. Vicuñas are native to Argentina for over 5000 years; llamas were brought by the Incas. Both are in the camel family (as are guanacos) but are better for the environment because they only eat fresh leaves which does not kill the plant. We were told by Gerardo that this sighting of them together is rare. The vicuñas are the smaller light brown deer-like animals in the middle. Vicuñas are smaller, more delicate, and more skittish than guanacos; the latter live in lower altitude more desert-like conditions.

Gerardo told us that in nearby Las Cuevas (the caves) 7000 year old bones were found in caves at an altitude of 11,250 feet. We stopped for lunch in San Antonio de los Cobres (Copper) at 12,333 feet. Here bones have been also been found dating back over 3500 years.

First a view of town prior to entering

then the welcome cirlce.

It was Sunday; mass was in session. We ate the best empanadas either of us had ever tasted cooked on the street beside the church.

We noted the cemetery high up on the hill, closer to the sun. We also noted the water tanks on the houses.

After lunch as we passed through the desert, we saw many herds of llamas.

We just had to stop for this baby breast feeding.

Unlike llamas, which are raised as livestock, it is illegal to contain a vicuña. Vicuñas are the national symbol of freedom because they would die in captivity. They become stressed and refuse to eat or mate. They are wild and protected; no hunting allowed. Once a year they can be herded and only 20% of their wool sheared, any more would kill them.

We were able to get a little closer to the skittish vicuñas where they drank by a pair of watering holes called Los Ojos del la Mer (The Eyes of the Sea).

Eric sent up the drone for a pic of the water, but it scared the vicuñas away.

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We also passed herds of donkeys, work animals for the locals.

In the afternoon we crossed from Salta Province into Jujuy Province. We stopped for a bathroom break in the tiny town of Tres Morros (Three Hills), population: 10 families, 4 here in town, the rest scattered. Electricity was introduced 2 years ago.

Tres Morros

with its tiny chapel

and also an Incan-influenced hilltop cemetery.

As we drove we could see a distant glacier.

By late afternoon we reached Salinas Grandes, the salt flats. Seven million years ago a lake rose up from the middle of the earth. We no fresh water source, it evaporated and left behind flats of salt. Lithium is plentiful in the mud beneath the salt. We were not prepared for the expanse of salt we found there. It looks like snow and ice but is all salt.

Salinas Grandes

We entered the park and paid the fee at the salt hut made from bricks of salt.

Around the entrance were statues all carved from salt.

There was a shrine to Pumamama.

We then entered the field of salt flats.

The salt extraction is performed by cutting long columns out from the top layers of salt. The salt is 3-4.5 feet thick with water beneath.

The over 2700 acre park we were visiting is owned and operated by locals who are determined to maintain their heritage and the natural beauty of the area.

Across the street lithium is being extracted on a large scale from beneath the salt flats.

We visited the artisanal stalls

Each carried numerous souvenirs made from salt.

But even more fascinating was an up close look at the bricks cut from the salt flats.

Back in the truck we headed over the highest point we were to traverse: Abra de Potrerillos at 13681 feet.

Abra de Potrerillos

The view was great with the glaciers in the background.

But even more impressive was a look at the road we were about to travel down: the famous Lipan slope that is less than 12.5 miles in length will lead us to descend about 6000 feet until we reach Purmamarca (7546 feet).

Lipan slope

We reached Purmamarca (Virgin Lands) in the early evening and checked into Hosteria del Amauta.

Gerardo in the lobby of Hosteria del Amauta

We had to walk through an outdoor courtyard

and through the breakfast room

and up a flight of stairs to reach our room.

We wasted little time before heading out in the remnants of the day to explore the town square with its daily market.

In one of the local shops we discovered charangos, a 5 string instrument in the lute family. The ones here sell for upwards of $400.

Another popular instrument for local folk music is the flute, which is different to the single rod to which we are accustomed.

In the center of the town square is a statue of a famous local guitarist. I am guessing from his name that the slope which we descended earlier in the day was named for him.

Just beyond the square is the church.

Around the church stand several very old black carob trees. This one is 300 years old.

And this one is 700 years old. It is so large I could not get it all into one shot.

Behind the church is a statue of Cacique Viltipoco who was an indigenous leader of the Omaguaca people and led the resistance to the Spanish invasion in the late 16th century.

The town of Purmamarca sits at the foot of the 7 Colors Hills. More on that later, but a hint of it can be seen in the mountain behind the shops.

Scattered throughout the town are some really gorgeous private homes.

Finally it was time for dinner, which we ate in the restaurant Los Morteros, right next to our hosteria.

mural in Los Morteros

The morning found us back on the road headed through the Valle de Quebrada de Humahuaca up the historical silver trade route to, now, Bolivia. We asked Gerardo about the charangos and he introduced us to the music of Ricardo Vilca (1953-2007), one of the most famous charangistas, who was born in Humahuacha, our destination for the day. The instrumentals played while we drove past high altitude vineyards surrounded by cacti, not a sight one sees often, and amazing landscapes.

We stopped at a particularly picturesque cemetery.

We were scheduled to stop at the partially rebuilt remains of the Pucará de Tilcara, a pre-Hispanic hilltop fortification. But it was closed because the staff, who are part of the university system, are on strike to increase their $400/month salary for a 48 hour work week. (No, I am not missing a zero. Doing the math, that comes to about $2 and hour for a university position!) Instead we stopped in the town of Tilcara and took a picture of the ruins from a distance. The pyramid in the center was built in 1935 as a monument to the archaeologists themselves and as a marker honoring the indigenous cultures of the region.

The colorful hillsides beyond the town are called Paleta del Pintor (Painter’s Pallet), created by a natural dam collapse 12-15,000 years ago.

We walked around the town of Tilcara, population 1500.

Church Tilcara

We drove past a hole in the mountainside created when it was struck by a meteor, which has since been removed to Buenos Aires for study.

We passed the Tropic of Capricorn, an imaginary line of latitude at approximately 23.5° south of the Equator marking the southernmost point at which the sun’s rays fall directly overhead at its zenith, occurring on the December solstice. In Argentina, the line cuts across the mountainous, semi-arid valley of the Quebrada de Humahuaca, where it is marked by a monolith in the town of  Huacalera.

On the roadside locals were selling ceramics.

and little figurines made of a local beautiful blue stone.

We passed a mountain resembling the skirt of a girl.

There were several areas along the way of Inca ruins.

From there another view of the Girl’s Skirt Mountain.

We passed some of the highest vineyards in the world at over 9000 feet. Some of the wines are stored in barrels in old miners’ caves. We passed a guacito shrine.

We stopped in Uquia to visit the 17th century chapel. Unfortunately photos were not allowed inside. There we found the oldest altarpiece in the region, worked in laminated gold, being one of two existing in Argentina, decorated with oil paintings of the Cuzco school. The 9 oils (there were supposed to be 12, but they were never completed) are interesting because they depict angels dressed in Spanish clothes carrying weapons.

Humahuaca, with a population of around 15,000, is the largest in the area. It gives its name to the ravine. With cobblestone streets and iron streetlights on the corners, it is also the highest point of today’s tour at 9649 feet above sea level. We were first greeted by murals, for which the city is known.

We stopped at the town hall,

the church,

and the main square.

A school pep rally marched by, complete with band and singing.

We saw more murals

We lunched at Pachamanka Restaurant.

Pachamanka Restaurant

After lunch we visited The Monument to the Heroes of Independence.

The monument represents progress, looking forward after Conquering the Spanish.

And we saw yet more murals.

Lucamar, the Humahuaca Devil, is a half human half primate character encorporated into local mythology to scare any potential thieves along the trade route. Now he has become a beloved cultural figure, not an evil entity. He’s a symbol of celebration and tradition and plays a part in Carnival, which happened to be ongoing while we were visiting. There were 2 murals depicting him.

We drove back to Purmamarca along the same route. The afternoon sun was more conducive to capturing the beauty of the colors in the hills.

Back in Purmamarca we dined to the celebratory sounds of carnival. In the morning, before hitting the road, we hiked the trail of the Cerro de los Siete Colores (The Hill of Seven Colors), which began just behind our hosteria. The lighting was not perfect, but the colors magnificent nonetheless.

We climbed to the Mirador del Porito.

The seven colors are, of course, due to the many minerals which enrich the soil and rocks of these hills.

We could not resist posing with the llamas to send a pic home to the grandkids.

We continued back into town

There we found some murals, but nothing as extensive as those we had seen in Hamahuaca.

After lunch we headed back to Salta via a different route than that by which we had come. It was less than 20 miles from the desert to the the high altitude jungle, called Nuboselva. The beginning of the jungle is called Parsons, named for all the priests and monks who settled in the area. The area now is full of sugar and tobacco plantations.

Nuboselva

The Incas came to the jungle for medicinal herbs. Last autumn there was a fire here, which Gerardo said was the first in his lifetime. (about 60 years.) We went over the Abra Santa Lara (Saint Lara Overpass).

Abra Santa Lara

The jungle is neither a park nor a preserve, but it is still considered a protected land. There were horses grazing along the way.

We drove through San Salvador de Jujuy, the capital city and the largest with a population of over 28,000. We did not stop. Back in Salta that evening we returned to peña La Vieja Estacion to enjoy more folk music and dancing.

The next day we were to have flown to Iguazu Falls, but the airline had cancelled the flight. We were blessed with a free day in Salta, a city we had come to love. We wanted to go to the summit of Cerro San Bernardo, so we headed for the gondola. Along the way we passed the public hospital.

We rode the Teleférico San Bernardo cable car to the top.

From the car we saw the statue of Christ.

We reached the top.

From there we had a view of Salta.

We meandered through the park.

Enjoyed the falls.

It wouldn’t be Argentina were there not someone with a mug of matte.

We enjoyed the afternoon amongst the flowers.

We rode the gondola back to the base and found yet another park.

Returning to our hotel we passed an appealing apartment building.

On our final morning, while enjoying our last breakfast in Hotel del Vino, we noted copies of the oil paintings of the Cuzco school from the Uquia Chapel.

I guess having previously not know what they were, we hadn’t really noticed.

Argentina: Patagonia: Nequén Province: San Martín de los Andes Feb. 27-March 1; Villa La Angostura March 2-3; Rio Negro Province: Bariloche March 4-6, 2025

We landed in Bariloche, the hub of the “Lakes Region,” picked up our rental car, and started along the route to San Martin de los Andes recommended by our travel agent, which meant heading east prior to turning north. The landscape was dry and desert-like

until we were joined by Río Limay along the road. We pulled over at Mirador Anfiteatro (Amphitheater Lookout) so named because the land makes the shape of an amphitheater.

There were folks rafting.

Along the side of the road we passed several herds of guanacos, native to the Patagonian steppes and a relative to the alpacas of Northern Argentina. They are herbivore mammals that form herds of 4-20 individuals led by a dominant male known, as the “relincho,” who keeps watch while the rest graze. When faced with danger they make a loud vocal threat, hence their name. They flee at a gallop.

guanacos

After about an hour we reached the unpaved road noted on our agent’s instructions; we were to travel 70 km in 2 hours. But due to our inferior vehicle, small tires and lousy shocks, and the poor road condition, rocks and ruts, we did not feel comfortable driving faster than 15 km/hr. We calculated that we were close to 5 hours away from our destination on this path. With rain starting we turned around and went back about 40 minutes to the main road Google maps had suggested. We reached the small town of Villa La Angostura, to which we would return in a few days, and stopped for an early dinner before driving the last 2 hours to our destination. We stopped in a very cute very local cafe and had the most delicious burgers we have ever tasted. Our route from here looked straight, no turns, so off we headed. After about 40 minutes we were passing a guard station. Turns out in the rain and dark, we had missed a right turn and we were crossing into Chile! Apparently folks do this all the time; the guard was unfazed and calmly told us to turn around and make a left in 14 km. We could only laugh at ourselves and the misadventures of the day. It was late in the evening when we finally pulled into the parking lot of Hosteria Las Lengas in San Martín de los Andes.

Hosteria Las Lengas

With the waning light of the summer skies, and the rain abating, we strolled around town a bit to stretch our legs before turning in for the night. We were struck by the many chocolate stores with some completely empty

while others had long lines.

And many had both chocolates and ice cream.

We passed the main square

which was surrounded by stalls carrying all kinds of hand crafted local souvenirs.

This resort town is chock full of hotels, hosterias (small hotels), pubs, cafes, restaurants, and souvenir shops. There are also many outdoor gear stores for all of the activities enjoyed in the area from camping, hiking, biking, fishing, and kayaking, to skiing and horseback riding. From the local eateries, which included sushi, Italian pasta, Irish pubs,

and an Austrian locale,

we assumed the town was very international. In fact we were to learn in the next days that almost all of the tourists here are Argentinians. Few in the town speak English, including the receptionists at hotels and wait staff in restaurants. The menus are in Spanish, not translated as they had been in the rest of Patagonia that we visited. It seems that this lakes region is where Argentinians go for their summer vacation.

The morning was still a bit rainy and overcast, so we stuck in town for the day. There was still so much more to explore in this beautiful little town full of roses everywhere

in front of homes and hotels

even an entire park devoted to them.

Another park was full of a tree species we had been observing as new to us. This huge tree araucaria araucana, commonly called the Monkey Puzzle, is a native to southern Chile and western Argentina.

Its branches and needles are unique.

Others in this park are the pino murrayana, in front of which I asked Eric to stand for perspective. A native of the Pacific northwest of the US, the pino murrayana is used for reforestation in mountainous areas and adapts well to the humid and cold climates of the Nequén province.

Another transplant from the pacific northwest is this huge tuya gigante, a type of cypress.

This is truly the land of gigantic tress as evidenced by this group dwarfing the cars parked below.

Sapling monkey puzzle trees could be seen in front of the parks’ department building.

Another variety of tree new to us is this mountain ash. Upon looking it up I learned that it is not indigenous to Argentina but was brought here from Eurasia. Now, however, they are ubiquitous in this area; we were to see them everywhere in the next week.

They have beautiful clusters of inedible berries.

Around town there are historical markers like this one, which explains the building across the street was originally the Lácar hotel.

Built in 1910, it was “a very ambitious project for its time. As well as hosting travelers and new arrivals, the town’s most elegant parties were organized here…it underwent several modifications over time. When it closed its doors in 1986, the spaces facing the street were converted into commercial premises. The Lácar hotel was a pioneer of the town’s emerging tourist scene and its façade was used as a promotional image in the main city centers.”

We noted the relative modesty of the churches compared to the cathedrals we had been visiting in Europe this past fall.

We passed the home of the local national guard, which here actually is for border control. I guess it was one of these guys who helpfully turned us around the night prior, haha.

We window shopped the abundance of souvenir shops

many of which carry knives, which seem very popular locally,

and, of course vessels for the ever popular yerba mate

and the many variations on the metal straws through which to drink it.

and of course craft merchants with knives and cups.

This statue outside one local shop portrays the typical Argentinian enjoying his yerba mate with his thermos of hot water to constantly replenish his drink.

The beer pubs are also plentiful.

WITH BEER THERE IS NO SADNESS

San Martín de los Andes, a resort town of about 35,000 inhabitants, is situated in northwest Patagonia and sits at an altitude of about 2,000 feet. It is known as a gateway to the forested Lanín National Park, home to the Lanín Volcano and diverse wildlife including guanacos and pumas. The town lies on the banks of Lake Lácar, one of the park’s many glacial lakes, and has a boat pier and a sandy beach. It was time to make our way to the beach.

Along the beach are shops for kayak rentals.

We had lunched on local favorites of beer and empanadas, but for dinner we chose sushi, the fish so fresh. Our hosteria was on the outskirts of town. On our way back for the night we passed some cute homes like this one.

And daily along the way we were greeted by this pair of Andean Ibis.

In the morning the sun was finally shining brightly upon us, so we headed out for one of the more popular hikes of the area: Mirador Bandurrias. But first we passed a little stream feeding the lake.

From the beginning part of the trail we could see the town’s water treatment plant. It is perfectly safe to drink the tap water here.

Along the way we had gorgeous views of the lake.

We found a calafate plant still with its blue berries. There are so many thorns, it is hard to imagine how the berries are harvested.

The path was mostly uphill, but only 2 miles each way, so not grueling as our previous hikes in Patagonia had been. Once at the top we were rewarded with stunning views.

We could see the noon tourist boat traversing the lake.

Eric sent up his drone to take some pictures of the lake,

the town,

the beach.

and even one of our hosteria.

As we descended we took in the view of the town from the path.

After our hike we treated ourselves to a late lunch/early dinner at a cute Spanish tapas restaurant. The next morning we returned to Villa la Angostura. On our return trip we were blessed with sunshine, at least in the morning. This drive is known as Camino del los 7 Lagos (Road of the 7 Lakes). Along the way are miradors (lookouts) from which to view each lake. As we started our journey, our first observation were all the dead trees in the mountains, a result of infections due to draught situations causing stress on the trees.

The first stop along the way was called Valle del Arroyo Pil Pil. Lake Lácar can be seen below, but the valley is named for the pil pil plant, which is a climbing vine that grows in this humid region on both sides of the Andes and has historically been used for weaving baskets.

Valle del Arroyo Pil Pil

Our second stop was Lago Mechónico, which means in the Mapuche language “water with pancoras.” Pancoras are a fresh water crab common in the area.

Lago Mechónico

From there we could also see a small local ski resort. Winter sports are as popular in the lakes region as are the summer ones.

Our next stop was Cascada Vuliñenco, (Waterfall Vuliñenco). Vuliñenco is the Mapuche word for a white-throated hawk that lives in the region.

Cascada Vuliñenco

The Mapuche believe that the vuliñenco is an omen: if it lands with its back to us, it is a bad omen; if it lands facing us, all will be well.

Cascada Vuliñenco

Next we pulled over and joined the folks enjoying Lago Falkner.

Lago Falkner

This lake was “discovered” by Francisco Moreno in 1886, and he named it in memory of Thomas Falkner (1702-1784) who was a missionary, explorer, and scientist.

Lago Falkner

We walked along its beach.

Lago Falkner

This is a common nesting area for the great glebe, common in the area, but none were seen today.

Lago Falkner

Next came Lago Villarino which was also “discovered” and named by Moreno. Basilio Villarino (1741-1795) created maps and left diaries that were helpful in the subsequent colonization of Patagonia.

Lago Villarino

Our fifth lake is called Lago Escondido, which means “Hidden Lake.” The picture speaks for itself.

Lago Escondido

We drove about 18 miles before we came to the next lake: Lago Correntoso. In the spring this lake is home to the nesting ashy-haired geese.

Lago Correntoso

These Patagonian lakes are fed by the snow melt from the Andes and are linked to each other through streams and rivers until they reach the Atlantic ocean to the east.

Lago Correntoso

Our seventh, and final lake of the Camino del los 7 Lagos, is called Lago Epejo, which means Mirror Lake. It was named by Enrique Wolff, an explorer, topographer, and engineer who explored this area between 1895 and 1896 and described this lake as the lake “that resembles a mirror.”

Lago Epejo

Our final lake of the day, not counted in the 7, is Lago Nahuel Huapi, which gives its name to the national park in which it lies. It was “discovered” in 1610 by Jesuits from Chile. At over 215 square miles, it is about the size of Buenos Aires. Lago Nahuel Huapi is shared by two provinces: 80% lies in the Nequén Province, where we have been these last few days, and 20% in the Rio Negro Province, where we head next.

Lago Nahuel Huapi

As the weather was turning, and we had reached our destination of Villa La Angostura, it was time to check in to our next hosteria: Amigos del Bosque (Friends of the Forest).

We had quite the drive up

Hosteria Amigos del Bosque

But the view was worth it once we had arrived.

view of Nahuel Huapi Lake from Hosteria Amigos del Bosque

Once we’d settled in, we headed into town for dinner. Villa La Angostura (Town of the Narrowing) is at an altitude of about 2.500 feet and has a population of 11,000. It too is a popular tourist destination for both winter and summer activities. The town itself is much smaller than San Martín de los Andes with only one main street, the rest unpaved.

But it does have its share of shops, bars, and hand crafted souvenirs.

We found a tiny local restaurant. When the waiter realized we did not speak Spanish, he sent over his friend who spoke Portuguese thinking we were from Brazil. They were both so surprised to find out we were from the US; not many find this tiny spot.

They were so warm and welcoming. And the placemat had a hint from home.

In the morning the sun was once again shining. The big attraction in the area is Parque Nacional los Arrayanes, an ancient forest of myrtle trees. But reading reviews online which described the trail as very long (over 7 miles round trip), boring, and mostly dead trees, we opted for a smaller hike instead. We headed to the Rio Bonito (Beautiful River) trail. The trailhead marker informed us that this is a place for Reproduction and Research of trout.

The conservancy building was right at the beginning of the trail.

The river (really more of a stream) lived up to its name.

The whole vibe of the place is very much like upstate NY/Adirondack’s rivers and streams meets Colorado’s Rockies.

Along the way we were treated to lots of plants in bloom including fuscias (chilco is Spanish)

wild asters

and lupines.

The path emerged from the forest onto a beach.

Of course the Argentinians enjoying the beach were also enjoying their yerba mates.

We strolled around taking in the beauty of the day.

Eric sent up his drone to take some more pics of the lake and the campsites that dot its shores.

and a drone selfie

On our return trip through the woods we noted a cross, not a site often seen on a hike.

We took the back roads return to our hosteria on foot and observed how cute some of the local homes are with their Alpine wood style,

noting the use of the ubiquitous mountain ash in landscaping.

Some homes are more palatial than others.

Once back at the hosteria, Eric again sent up the drone to record the challenging driveway that we had just climbed on foot.

Hosteria Amigos del Bosque

and to take a look at nearby Puerto Manzano.

Puerto Manzano

In keeping with our attempt to blend with the locals, we headed to a nearby small bar for dinner.

The following morning we set out for Bariloche. Once again there was a light drizzle of rain. But this time it blessed us with a rainbow over Lago Nahuel Huapi.

We followed the lake all the way back to the Rio Negro province town of Bariloche. We had to take a detour back to Hertz at the airport because our car was taking on water from all the rain, actual puddles on the driver’s side floor. The customer service rep who had responded to our WhatsApp query, understood our concern and agreed that we had “rented a car, not a boat,” lol. With our upgraded car, we headed into the town of Bariloche, formally San Carlos de Bariloche. With a population of over 135,000, it is not only the largest city in the Rio Negro province, but also the largest in the Patagonian Andes. The name Bariloche comes from the Mapudungun word Vuriloche meaning “people from behind the mountain.”  The town was settled in the 1930s by Germans arriving from neighboring southern Chile, and today maintains a culture of craft beers. But mostly Bariloche has been known as a hub for outdoor adventures, both summer and winter, since the formation of the national parks in the 1940s. Nearby Cerro Cathedral is the largest ski resort in South America. Arriving from the east, we passed through the main city itself, which we found dirty, run-down, not pleasant. We were interested in their traffic light “count-down” system we had not seen elsewhere.

We passed through the city to the shore. By this time it was very windy, drizzling, and chilly, but we walked a bit along the Lago Nahuel Huapi shore, which, with the white caps and waves, resembled more of an ocean bay than a lake shore.

Lago Nahuel Huapi

We moseyed our way toward the Puerto de San Carlos. Along the way we saw several 6 foot high carved pine couples. They represent the mythical ancestors of the Mapuche people who always appear as a couple. 

They were made by the Chilean artist Bernardo Oyarzun in 2012. They symbolize the Mapuche man and woman, looking towards the East, where life comes from, according to said culture.

It is common to find this type of totems in neighboring Chile, in the regions with the greatest presence of this culture, that is, from the Maule region to the south. 

We made our way to Puerto San Carlos, established in 1895 as a trading port with Chile. Today it serves only for tourism.

On a nicer day the beach would be more crowded.

The port is also home to the most impressive and beautifully set skateboard park we have seen.

We arrived back to our car beside a local church.

and headed to our hotel which was about 40 minutes out of town. Along the way we passed Centro Atómico Bariloche. Besides tourism and related services, Bariloche is home of advanced scientific and technological activities. The Centro Atómico Bariloche is a research center of the  National Atomic Energy Commission, where basic and applied research in many areas of the physical sciences is carried out. A weird juxtaposition, there is a children’s playground beside it.

Bariloche is home to the army’s “12° Regimiento de Infantería de Montaña” (12th Mountain Infantry Regiment), where military personnel are instructed in mountainous conditions, including combat, survival, and skiing.

It may not be obvious from my picture taken from a moving vehicle, but the statue is carrying skis.

Our hotel is located on a small peninsula, aptly named the Petit Peninsula Hotel.

Petit Peninsula Hotel
lobby Petit Peninsula Hotel

with another gorgeous view from our room.

The most popular tourist activity in Bariloche is to drive the Circuito Chico (Small Circuit). Despite the inclement weather, the reception suggested we take the drive and determine where we would like to return the following day. She provided us with a map of the area

and showed us on the map, we are the dot by the blue “03” at the top on the peninsula, the small circuit is the red circle to our west.

We headed west on the northern half of the circuit and traveled 3/4 of the way around before we were even tempted to stop. We got out at the Punto Panaramica Marked on the Google map below.

I include a picture taken then only as comparison for what a difference a day and the sun make to our enjoyment of the drive.

Punto Panoramico Circuito Chico

On the way in, we had passed an interesting looking restaurant called El Mallín, so we headed there for an early dinner before turning in for the day. In the morning we were greeted with copious sunshine, so we had a hearty breakfast to fortify us for our big day ahead. The Petit Peninsula Hotel had the best breakfast options offered so far in Argentina, and the bar was pretty high. We also liked their motto on the wall of the breakfast room:

TO STAY IS TO EXIST TO TRAVEL IS TO LIVE

We headed back along the route followed the previous evening. Our first stop was the Cerro Lao Lao trail just west of the #10 on the second map above. The trail was to be about about 3.6 miles round trip with views at the top; we were off.

The trail was a bit steeper and more rugged than it first seemed, but there were many viewpoints along the way.

honestly just an excuse to take a break and catch our breath

At the top we were rewarded for our effort with gorgeous views.

We made our way back down, in some ways more challenging than the uphill climb, and continued our way along the Small Circuit. Our next stop was Lago Escondido, a different Lago Escondido than in the Nequén province, but also hidden from the road. Luckily after the vigorous morning hike, it was a short walk into the woods.

Lago Escondido
Lago Escondido

We drove further along the circuit until we reached the entrance for Bahia de los Troncos (Bay of Trees). Again it was a short walk to the bay.

There we found a large group of kayakers having loads of raucous fun.

Bahia de los Troncos
Bahia de los Troncos

On the short walk back to the car we took a moment to notice these trees new to us. They are los arrayanes, the myrtles, we had not seen in Villa La Angostura.

Bariloche is in the transition area between the Patagonian steppe and the Valdivian forest, therefore it is rich in a variety of native species as well as home to many introduced species. Flora noted along the Small Circuit included California poppies, an introduced species that has become naturalized in the area, 

and rosehip, of which we had seen a plethora throughout the lakes region. Introduced from Europe, in the Patagonian region of Argentina, this species has become an extremely invasive plant due to its ability to spread through cattle feces, its rapid growth, and its resilience. Its thorns precluding local natural predators. Its long roots drain water and compete with the myrtles.

We also found native wild raspberries

and an example of the false mistletoe that had been pointed out by Nadia at the Perito Moreno Glacier, here in bloom.

Our next stop along the Small Circuit was Mirador Cerro Capilla.

Mirador Cerro Capilla
Mirador Cerro Capilla

And finally we drove to the Punto Panoramico, where we had stopped the previous day.

Punto Panoramico

Wow what a difference with the sun shining!

Punto Panoramico
Punto Panoramico drone shot

Upon completeing the Small Circuit, we headed to the top of Cerro Campanario, which had been recommended by our hotel receptionist. Cerro Campanario is reached via a chairlift.

Once at the top the views are nearly 360 degrees.

Cerro Campanario
Cerro Campanario
Cerro Campanario
Cerro Campanario
view from back side of Cerro Campanario

It was late in the day, and the line to descend on the chairlift was long, so we decided to chill, have a beer break, and just enjoy the view for a while.

beer break Cerro Campanario

Finally the line had emptied and we descended. At this point it is time to comment on Argentinian eating culture. Argentinians start their day with coffee and a small sweet, not a big breakfast. They have a large lunch between noon and 2, then enjoy a siesta for an hour or three. Between 4 and 6 is mate tea time; dinner is usually another large meal starting around 9 pm. We cannot eat that way; we cannot go to bed with a large meal in our stomachs, and we cannot eat two large meals late in the day. So we tended to eat an early hearty breakfast, another large meal in the late afternoon or early evening, and maybe some fruit or a light snack in the late evening. So we had to find restaurants open in the early evening, which was not always easy, but once found, they were never crowded. After our long day of hiking and sightseeing, we headed to El Patacon, a cute if touristy restaurant.

El Patacon
El Patacon

We had seen German influenced goulash with spaetzle on almost every restaurant in the lakes region; it was time to give it a try. The verdict: yummy and satisfying. Of course Eric, not a fan of goulash, had his go to dinner, cordera (lamb).

Our last day in the lakes region was rainy from start to finish. So what does one do with a rainout in Bariloche but head to the Havanna Chocolate Museum. Upon entering, we had a peak into the factory.

There were no tours in English, and the signage was not translated, so Google translate had to do the job for us. It was a bit of a struggle, but we did learn a bit about the history of the cocoa bean.

The ancient Olmecs of Mesoamerica discovered how to make a delicious drink from the bitter seeds of the cacao plant. Throughout its history, chocolate has been considered at varying times: food of the gods as an offering, currency of exchange, vitality for the warrior, precious medicine, a powerful aphrodisiac, a drink of the elite, nutritious food for children, or simply an every day pleasure. Displays included vessels for cooking

and those for serving.

Solid chocolate, as we know it, was invented in 1847 by J.S. Fry and Sons, who discovered a method of mixing cocoa butter with cocoa powder and sugar to create a moldable, solid chocolate. The museum also has an entire room devoted to the fauna of Argentina. I have included just a few here.

And with that our visit to the lakes region had come to an end.

Argentina: Patagonia: Province Tierra del Fuego: Ushuaia Feb. 18-20, 2025; Province: Santa Cruz: El Chaltén Feb. 21-23; El Calafate Feb. 24-26

After a 9 hour overnight flight from Miami, a mini tour of Buenos Aires as we transferred between airports, a 5 hour total layover in Buenos Aires, and another 4 hour flight, we finally arrived in beautiful if chilly Ushuaia. We checked into Hotel Los Ñires

with a gorgeous view of the Beagle Channel (named for the HMS Beagle from which Darwin collected data for his “On The Origin of Species.”)

After a shower and a bit of a rest, we headed into town. Ushuaia is a city of about 85,000 residents and loves to tout itself as the “fin del mundo”, “end of the world”; it is the southernmost city in the world. There is a Chilean town, Port Williams, on a small island across the Beagle Channel to the south with only 3,000 residents, which calls itself “beyond the end of the world.” But Ushuaians discount it as a village, not a city.

We strolled along San Martin Street, the main tourist thoroughfare for shopping and dining.

The were two products that jumped out at us as new and different. One were these vessels which are for drinking mate tea, very popular in Argentina. Hot water is poured directly over the ground, cooked leaves of the yerba mate plant, traditionally in a hollowed out gourd. The tea is drunk using a metal straw with a filter at the bottom.

The other souveniers notable were statuettes in a pink stone. The legend of the Rosa del Inca, or Inca rose, is about two lovers who were turned to stone after death. The Inca rose is a type of rhodochrosite, a pink manganese carbonate mineral. It is the national stone of Argentina.

We took in the sites along the port. Ushuaia is the gateway for nearly 300 cruises to Antartica a year as well as tours to nearby Isla Yécapasela, known as “Penguin Island” for its penguin colonies and for tours of Beagle Channel; more on both of these later.

Our driver between the airport and hotel told us Beagle Channel King Crab is a must-try delicacy in Ushuaia, so we headed to Tia Elvira by the port to give it a try.

We ordered the “medium,” which was the smallest centolla (king crab) on the menu. It was removed live from the tank and brought to the table for our approval prior to cooking. And oh so delicious and fresh!

After a much needed night’s sleep and a quick breakfast in the gorgeous Los Ñires restaurant

we were picked up for our Tierra del Fuego National Park tour. We joined a bus full of tourists from Belgium, Milan, Brazil, Atlanta, and Toronto led by our guide and naturalist for the day: Valentine. While driving to the park Valentine told us that the name Ushuaia comes from the Yámanan language; aia means bay, ush means looking to sunset. The Yámanan were nomadic Amerindian peoples who lived on the southernmost coastal and channel islands of Chile and Argentina. He also told us about Port Williams and the above mentioned title “disputes” of “southernmost” city vs village. He told us that part of the reason Ushuaia is so well populated is that the government subsidizes the cost of fuel thus keeping the cost of living much lower that it would otherwise be. Valentine also went on to explain that although the summers are quite cool, with average highs in the mid 50s and lows in the 40s, the winters are not much colder with highs in the 40s and lows in the 30s. He explained the reason for these moderate temperatures compared to cities of comparable latitude in North America, eg Saskatchewan in Canada, is because of the “ocean” conditions in the South vs “continental” conditions in the North. The ocean waters maintain temperatures more constant than the land masses.

One of the first things Valentine pointed out is the low tree line as compared to what we are used to seeing in the Rockies. The mountains here are mostly 2-3,000 feet, but the tree line is just at about 2,000 feet. That is because all of the trees here are from the same beach family and cannot grow above that altitude.

As we entered the Tierra del Fuego Parque National we saw several horses roaming about. Valentine explained that in Argentina, horses are often kept as pets and many owners do not have fences. There are no fences around the park. If a horse wanders into the park, the cost for retrieval is extremely high due to fines and fees for rangers to catch the horse, so owners often relinquish the horse to the park.

Once in the park, the horses often form herds and foals are delivered yearly. We were fortunate to see a couple of this year’s foals.

We were informed by the rangers that due to high winds and risk of falling trees along the coast, our planned route was closed for the day. We were rerouted to the Senda Pampa Alta.

Off we set for our approximately 4 mile hike into the woods. Along the way Valentine informed us that this is the southernmost and one of the youngest forests in the world because this land mass was one of the last to melt after the ice age. Because of the cool temperatures, all life evolves slowly here. Leaves take about 2 years to decompose, trees about 200 years. Between its young age and the slow decomposition, the forest floor is only about 4 inches thick. The tree roots are shallow and must grow laterally because they cannot grow into the ice age rock below (making hiking challenging avoiding them constantly). The first part of our hike contained all very young trees. It takes trees 120 years to reach full maturity.

Valentine explained that there are few bird species in these woods due to a dearth of insects, no ants. The bird species here include condors, caracaras, albatross, petrols, finches, thrushes, and the Magellanic woodpeckers. We were not fortunate enough to see a Magellanic woodpecker, but he did point out a tree stump with holes made from the woodpecker seeking the giant worms therein.

Valentine talking about woodpeckers and worms

Varieties of flora we saw along the way included some orchids

and the edible chaura berries

and the also edible diddle-dee berries

Many trees had an outcropped ring, a reaction by the tree to a fungal parasite. When the infection reaches maturity, little yellow balls are formed which produce at their center a fluid, chauchau (sweetsweet) that is edible to the birds.

The formed balls develop holes through which their reproductive spores escape.

Once we reached the apex of our hike, we were treated to panoramic views including some of the first glaciers we were to see.

The distant mountains to the west are part of the Darwin Range.

While up here Valentine explained the geography in better detail. Patagonia (named for “area with big footed inhabitants” because the original Spanish explorers saw large footprints in the sand made by the Yáman, whose feet were about the size of the average US basketball player) is divided into the Chilean side and the Argentinian side by the Andes mountains. The Chilean side is generally lush with plentiful rainfall from the Pacific Ocean. The Argentinian side is 90% desert because the mountains block the rain. Ushuaia is in the lush 10%. The lower portion of Patagonia is an island (divided into the Chilean west and Argentinian east) called Tierra del Fuego (Land of the Fires) because the original Spanish explorers saw the smoke of the fires of the Yáman and thought they were volcanoes. Tierra del Fuego Province is an island bordered by the Strait of Magellan to its north and the Beagle Channel to the south.

As we headed down the south side of the hike, we passed an area with many dead trees. Valentine told us that the fauna are even fewer than the flora and originally included pumas, foxes, and llamas, which had crossed the strait of Magellan before it melted. But when sheep and cattle were introduced by farmers, the pumas were predators and therefore killed off. Then in 1946 20 beaver couples, ie 40 total beavers, from Canada were introduced hoping to start a fur industry. But as the beavers adapted to the milder climate, theirs skins became thinner and the pelts were no longer desirable. With no human hunters and no natural predators, their numbers have increased to over 200,000 today. The dams they build create areas of standing water which choke the oxygen out of the roots and the trees die still standing.

As we reached the bottom, we again passed through a young area of the forest.

And finally we came out into the channel.

We then boarded our little bus and headed to lunch.

Lunch was a delicious beef stew and Argentinian Malbec. Eric and I happened to sit across from a young Brazilian couple who turned out to both be doctors! We spent the meal comparing healthcare systems.

After lunch it was time for our paddle trip on the river. First we had to don the gear.

Once on the boat Valentine took a selfie of our group.

The mountain in the background is Condor Mountain in Chile.

Once we reached the end, we had a view of the channel.

This is also the end of the PanAmerican highway which travels 18,000km (11,185 miles) through Alaska.

After our long day of outdoor exercise we treated ourselves to another Tierra del Fuego specialty: grilled lamb, unbelievably good.

The lambs can be seen from outside the restaurant grilling over the open fire (not my best photo due to the glass).

We were up and out by 6:30 the following morning to board a bus for our nearly 2 hour ride through the Fuegian forest (named for the Fuegian peoples, the original inhabitants, of which the Yáman mentioned above are one tribe), past peat valleys and a ski resort (there are 17 ski resorts in Argentina), over the mountains to the Estancia Haberton (Haberton Ranch).

Once at the ranch our group of 40 was divided into two. We were in the first group to board the boat to Martillo Island, ie “Isla Yécapasela” (Penguin Island).

The island is owned by the farming Haberton family. Originally the family used the island for grazing sheep. One year, after weeks of continuous snow, the height of the snow reached over 10 feet, and all of the sheep on the island died. The island already had a few pairs of nesting penguins, but subsequently the population has grown significantly. The family now restricts visitors to the island to 20 at a time and only a few visits a day. We were instructed by our guide how best to visit the penguins without alarming them.

There are two species of penguins currently nesting on the island, one migratory, the other not. The migratory species, the Magellanic penguin, are the dominant species here. It is the southernmost colony of this species in Argentina. The number of breeding pairs on Martillo Island has been constantly increasing year after year, rising from 519 in 1992 to over 7,200 currently.

The soil on the Fuegian Islands is peaty and soft, with a high content of organic matter. This allows the species to maintain a high proportion of nesting caves of considerable size, sometimes exceeding three feet in length. The green sticks marking the burrows are those of researchers who have cameras recording the nesting and mating habits. The males and juveniles are the first to return to the island starting in September. The penguins generally will return to the same nest every year although the juvenile males may try to fight for them rather than build new. If the egg is successful, after migrating up the Atlantic coast of Argentina, always within 150 feet of shore, they will return and choose the same partner the following year.

The penguins generally lay two eggs a year, but usually only one will reach adulthood. The eggs are laid in mid October and take 35 days to hatch. Both partners take turns both on the nest and subsequently feeding the juveniles for 70-100 days. The juveniles grow very fast reaching their adult size in about 60 days. The juveniles can be discerned because they have no vertical black stripe on their chest.

All penguins are white on the bottom and black on top, an adaptation that camouflages them from predators while swimming. The other species found on Martillo Island is a subspecies of the gentoo penguin, identifiable by the white patch behind its eye. They have red or orange beaks and feet. They can grow to 30-36 inches, making them second to the Emperor penguin in height. They have a life expectancy of up to 23 years in the wild. The gentoo are the fastest swimming penguins in the world reaching speeds up to 22 miles per hour. Another fun fact: they poop every 20 minutes.

Here is the only breeding colony in South America of this subspecies. The colony has grown from a single pair in 1992 to over 180 currently on the island. They do not migrate. They are able to cohabitate with the Magellanic penguins because they do not fight for nesting space. Whereas the Magellanic penguins require soft ground to dig their nests, the gentoo need firm ground and build nests on the surface using pebbles and shells.

Currently the both species are molting, a process that requires 10-15 days.

They fast while molting because they are not yet waterproof and therefore cannot fish. While they are fasting they sometimes regurgitate stomach bile leading to the greenish hue seen on their underside.

The gentoo juveniles have a grey fuzz, not real feathers yet like the one in the far middle below.

No they are not looking at us looking at them. The gentoo hate the wind and stand with their backs to it.

While on the island we also had the great luck to see not one, but five condors flying overhead. With a wingspan of nearly 11 feet, Andean condors are one of the world’s largest flying birds. My pictures are unfortunately of poor focus because they are so high in the sky.

Our hour on the island had flown by, and the boat returned for us carrying the other 20 visitors. Note how they cluster into a group as, we had also been instructed; as a group we are not perceived as predators as we would be as individuals. I only wish I could include videos here; they are so much fun to watch swimming and playing in the waves.

Once back at the Haberton Ranch were were treated to an hour-long tour of the museum and research facility of aquatic mammals and birds.

Here skeletons of animals found dead are cleaned

and studied.

One fun fact we learned is that killer whales are the only mammals besides humans to go through menopause. The grandma whale’s role is to teach the pups how to hunt.

Once the boat returned with our other half, we boarded the bus back for the nearly two hour return trip to Ushuaia where we had a delicious lunch prior to embarking a boat for our afternoon tour of the Beagle Channel. We noted the many cruise ships, all of 300 passengers or less to protect the biodiversity, headed for Antartica.

There is no net fishing in the Beagle Channel to protect the biodiversity. Tourism is the third largest source of income for the province behind fuel and fishing. Manufacturing is the fourth.

Our first stop was Cormorant Island, a meeting ground for the Imperial cormorants. Although they look like penguins: black on top and white on the bottom, they are actually more closely related to pelicans. They can be distinguished visually from penguins in that they fly while penguins cannot. They nest on the surface but unlike penguins, they do not use pebbles or shells but rather feathers, sticks, seaweed, ie softer items. The Imperial species can be recognized by their white collar and chest. After seagulls, they are the second most numerous sea birds locally .

Our next stop was to visit Rocker Cormorants, much smaller than the Imperials; they nest on cliffs. They can be distinguished by their black collar, black heads, and red rings around their eyes which grow larger in size during mating season.

Both species of cormorants live about 10 years. They reach maturity at about age 3, then the males become scouters looking for a nesting area. They mate for life. The young have a grey fuzz then molt and develop their mature colors at about the age of one year. On the third island we visited the two species cohabitate.

Next stop was  Les Eclaireurs (the Explorers) Lighthouse, named by French explorers who developed the site starting in 1918. The lighthouse was put into service on December 23, 1920 and currently is still in operation, is remote-controlled, automated, uninhabited and is not open to the public. Electricity is supplied by solar panels. 

On 22 January 1930, Monte Cervantes, a German cruise ship, departed Ushuaia and within 30 minutes struck some submerged rocks near the lighthouse. The ship could not be dislodged and began to sink. The lifeboats were lowered and 1,200 passengers and 350 crew were removed from the ship. Monte Cervantes sank 24 hours later, and while all the passengers and crew were able to leave the ship before she sank, her captain subsequently committed suicide. The remainder of the crew and all of the passengers were taken ashore with the help of seven Argentinian and three Chilean naval ships . At the time Ushuaia had a population of 800 inhabitants. They housed the 1,500 survivors for three days before another ship came for them. Today this small island is home to Imperial cormorants and sea lions.

Sea lions generally do not eat birds because they cannot digest feathers, so the two can live side by side. Sea lions generally eat fish.

South American male sea lions fast the full three months of the mating season because if they leave to hunt, they will loose their female partners. They can weigh up to 650 pounds. Babies are born with little fat and cannot swim; they must be fed at first. They can gain as much as ten pounds a day. Babies remain with their mother for up to one year. They do not reach full maturity, however, until about age six when they develop neck fur.

Our final stop in the channel was an island home to terns. South American terns are recognized by their black feathers on the top of their heads with all white bodies. They have red or orange beaks and feet. They are migratory and live here in the channel only for nesting. Like most sea birds, they mate for life. As a group they have an interesting behavior: to protect their young from predators, they make a huge screeching racket and fly en masse above their young. Again, I wish I could include a video.

We then had an added treat to see two-hair sea lions, so named because they have a second layer of hair, which is needed because they migrate even further south. They are smaller than South American sea lions, have smaller eyes and pointier noses.

The next day we flew to El Calafate and then transferred via a 3 hour van ride to El Chaltén, a village within Los Glaciares National Park in Argentina’s Santa Cruz province. It is a gateway to trails surrounding the peaks of Cerro Torre and Mount Fitz Roy. Founded in 1985 and with a current population of under 2,000, the village boasts worldwide popularity for the outdoor adventures available. Having arrived late in the day, we settled into our home for the next few days, Kaulem Hosteria, and headed straight for dinner, which was a delicious fresh trout covered in a spinach and mushroom gratin and accompanied with ratatouille, so yummy. Have I mentioned we are absolutely loving the food here?

Kaulem Hosteria

There are several popular trails from which to choose. The most popular is Cerro (Mountain) Fitz Roy trail to get closer to the famous mountain which looms over the town. Standing on the border with Chile at over 11,000 feet, it was first climbed in 1952. The first Europeans recorded as seeing Mount Fitz Roy were the Spanish explorers who reached the shores of Viedma Lake in 1783. Argentine explorer Francisco Moreno (1852-1919)  saw the mountain on 2 March 1877; he named it Fitz Roy in honor of Robert FitzRoy who, as captain of HMS Beagle, had travelled up the Santa Cruz River in 1834 and charted large parts of the Patagonian coast.

Cerro Fitz Roy

However that trail is considered advanced and is nearly 9 miles long round trip, so we chose the less difficult Láguna Torre route, headed for the lake, a 7 mile round trip. The hike starts past our hosteria at the base of town requiring stairs before even hitting the trail!

The start of the trail was a bit of a steep climb in a rocky, dry landscape despite rain the night prior.

Our first Mirador (lookout) was a view of the Las Vueltas River.

Las Vueltas River

and the Cascada (Waterfall) Margarita. Looking closely one can actually see three areas of waterfalls.

Cascada (Waterfall) Margarita

After about 1.8 miles of rocky uphill hiking, we reached the Mirador Cerro Tore (Lookout Mount Torre).

Unfortunately most of the mountains were covered in clouds.

We hiked about another half mile when we realized that realistically we could make it to the lake, but we were never going to make the entire roundtrip, so we turned back. The weather was cloudy and threatening rain. As we descended, we got a few glimpses of Fitz Roy peaking out from the clouds.

We again passed Cascada Margarita.

And enjoyed to river views of the descent. And finally El Chaltén came into sight.

We were a bit exhausted from the hike and were happy to enjoy a well deserved steak dinner, our first in Argentina, in town that night. The next day it rained on and off all day, but due to the challenging terrain of the hikes here, we were not too disappointed to be forced in to catch up on correspondences and mosey about town whenever there was a bit of a break in the weather.

The following day we headed by van back to El Calafate. We stopped about half way on the 2.5+ hour trip at Hotel La Leona.

We had stopped on our way there, but had not paid much attention. The hotel is so named (The Lioness) because in 1877, while camping here on the bank of the river, Francisco Moreno was attacked by a lioness.

The hotel was built in 1894 by Dutch immigrants. In 1905 Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid stayed here after robbing the Bank of England in Rio Gollegos. For decades the estancia (ranch) was a meeting point for gauchos (cowboys), the US equivalent to a stagecoach stop. Today it considers itself quite the crossroads.

We arrived late in the day to our hotel Blanca Patagonia

lobby Blanca Patagonia

situated high above Lake Argentina with beautiful views of the lake.

view from our room in Hotel Blanca Patagonia

Due to the lateness of the day, we headed right into town. With a current population of about 25,000, El Calafate is a town near the edge of the Southern Patagonian Ice Field in the Argentine province of Santa Cruz. It is mainly known as the gateway to Los Glaciares National Park. In ancient times the town was called something sounding very similar to its current name which was loosely translated from the indigenous aonikenk peoples as meaning “a place for depositing human goods,” ie a trading post. The town was founded in 1927 by the Argentinian government as a place for trading wool, which was the major industry in the area at the time. In 1937 the Parques Nacionales de los Glaciares was founded; the population at the time was about 100. The town has a long history with local ranchers, ie gauchos, who still can be seen in the streets.

and are celebrated in the local park.

Local artisans sell goods handmade in the traditions of the indigenous peoples.

We had dinner at a restaurant called Pura Vida. They serve dishes very typical to this region of Patagonia: stews and pot pies served in large cast iron dishes, each enough for two people.

In the morning we were up before sunrise.

and enjoyed breakfast, included in every hotel in which we have stayed so far, in a beautiful setting.

We were met early by Nadia, our guide for the day. We drove by Lake Argentina, with a surface over 580 square miles, it is the largest lake fully within the borders of Argentina and one the country’s southernmost large lakes. Sitting at an altitude of about 580 feet, the lake has a average depth of about 650 feet with a maximum depth over 2,000 feet. The lake is fed though channels to the west by outlet glaciers from the Southern Patagonia Ice Field that move toward the channels and calve icebergs into them. The lake maintains a temperature of about 40 degrees F all year. The lake is home to perch, which are indigenous and now also trout and salmon (Chinook salmon from Canada) which originally escaped from fish farms and have made their way into the lake. The Santa Cruz River drains from the bottom of Lake Argentina across the eastern steppes and ultimately into the Atlantic Ocean. Lago (Lake) Argentina was discovered and named by Francisco Moreno in 1877.

Lago Argentina

Nadia pointed out the native calafate plant growing nearby the lake. In the early summer the plants, which grow prodigiously in the region, produce blue berries that are incorporated into many products.

As we drove close to an hour, Nadia filled us in on more of the history of the area. From the 1880s to 1920s Argentina received a huge influx of immigrants from Europe. The middle of the country’s immigrants were mostly from Spain and Italy but those in Patagonia came mostly from the UK. Ranchers were given tens of thousands of acres for animals because due to the dryness of the land, 5-10 acres is required per animal for grazing. And even then, the animals must be moved often, which is what gave rise to the horseback riding gauchos and their friends: dogs. The cattle are mostly herefords; the sheep are mostly merino. Merino sheep can yield 9-11 pounds of wool per animal per year. The current buyers of the wool are first from Italy followed by the US then China. Benneton company currently owns over a million acres. In the 1930s with the invention of synthetics the price of wool dropped precipitously. The industry in the country turned to fuels: natural gas in Patagonia, oil in the middle of the country. For Santa Cruz the industry became gold, but it was not very prosperous.

Currently the largest industry in Santa Cruz is tourism. In the 1950s some French climbers discovered the nearby glaciers. In 1981 the Parques Nacionales de los Glaciares was declared a UNESCO world heritage site, which gave a huge boost to tourism. But the biggest boost to the influx of tourism and the local economy and population came when the El Calafate airport opened in 2001. Currently they receive 14-16 flights a day during the high season, 4-5 daily in the low season.

And finally we approached our destination for the day: the Perito Moreno Glacier. We got out for our first glimpse.

Perito Moreno Glacier

As we drove closer to the Perito Moreno Glacier Nadia explained that the Parques Nacionales Glaciares was founded in 1937 to protect the border with Chile, preserve the Southern Patagonian Ice Field (the huge mother of all the glaciers) and its glaciers (the country’s main source of fresh water), and the sub-Antarctic forests. The park was not initially created for tourism. Finally we reached the top of the access to the Perito Moreno Glacier. We spent the next over two hours traveling the extensive walkways, viewing the glacier from all sides, and learning more about it.

Covering 97 square miles with a length of 19 miles, the Perito Moreno Glacier is the third largest in the park, but it is the most accessible.

The glacier’s top sits at and altitude of 950 feet; its bottom is at an altitude of 650 feet. It moves at a rate of 6-7.5 feet a day. It takes 500 years for the ice to reach from the top to the bottom.

The streaks seen on the face of the glacier are from sediment picked up as the glacier moves. The are called morenas.

As we had seen in in the Parque Tierra del Fuego, the trees here are of the same beach family, but there are two species here: one deciduous the other an evergreen. The former has leaves significantly larger than the latter. The deciduous trees are turning color almost two months early this year because they have been stressed by drought. Both can be seen below.

The park has provided a extensive boardwalk system from which to view the glacier.

The glacier does not float on the lake, it stretches down and sits on solid bedrock. At the front it extends down about 150 feet but laterally it extends down as far as 750 feet. Facing the glacier the south wall is to our left, the north to our right. The south wall has a height of about 120 feet from the surface of the channel; the north has a height of about 210 feet. Because it is mostly protected by the mountains, the front of the glacier has been mostly stable or even grows some years, so the locals like to brag that it is the only glacier in the world not receding. But in fact it has become thinner and shallower through the years, so it is in fact shrinking.

The glacier is named for Francisco Moreno who was born in Buenos Aires in 1852. Perito means expert. Moreno is considered a hero in Argentina because he made the maps which at the time played an important role in the border disputes with Chile. For his work he was given by the Argentinian government extensive lands near Lake Nahuel Huapi in northern Patagonia. He then donated those lands back creating the first national park.

Perito Francisco Moreno never actually reached this glacier which bears his name. He did reach and name Lago Argentina, Lago San Martin, and Cerro Fitz Roy.

We stood for a long time watching and listening to the glacier calving small chunks from above and huge chunks that detach from the base. The sound is a cracking sound combined with thunder. The current of the water hitting the glacier at the surface sounds like lapping waves.

Nadia pointed out the tuft in the tree which is called false mistletoe ans is parasitic but does little actual damage to the tree.

Nadia shared that although she comes daily, she is never bored as the glacier is forever changing taking on new and more beautiful forms even hourly.

Nadia posing with me at the bottom of the walkways

At our closest point to the glacier we were about 600 feet away. From here one can appreciate the narrow space between the glacier and the rocks of our shore which connect the channels that flow from the south to the north. Between 1917, when observations first began and 2018, the most recent occurrence, that space has closed off several times. When that happens the Brazo Rico/Sur channel to the south becomes blocked and the water level rises as much as 75 feet in the past, 52 feet in the 2018 episode. The water erodes the surrounding land. Ultimately the pressure of the water creates tunnels in the glacier until the front collapses allowing the water to flow freely again.

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We climbed back to the top, had a quick snack, then headed for our boat trip to visit the glacier from the water.

Along the way Nadia pointed out that the layering visible in the rocks is caused by the glacier both carving and depositing sediment as it moves over the bedrock.

We added even more layers to be able to stand out on the boat’s deck as we approached the glacier.

I do not have a lot more to add other than the views of the glacier were spectacular. We sailed toward the southern face.

The blue color is an optical illusion caused by the density of the packed ice squeezing the air out. Air on the surface of frozen water cause all of the light waves to bounce back giving a white appearance. But the densely packed glacier allows the red and yellow waves to absorb allowing only the blue to reflect.

Each angle provides a different but awesome picture.

The largest icebergs were detached from the base. Only 10% of any iceberg can be seen floating above the surface; the rest remains below.

The littler icebergs fell from the top of the front of the glacier. The grey color of the water is due to unsettled sediment.

The boat guides pulled a few small icebergs on board for us to see and feel.

From this vantage point one can see how narrow is the space between the front of the glacier and the opposite shore through which one channel flows into the other.

It had been a long day. By the time we returned to Hotel Blanca Patagonia, we were ready for an early dinner. We hiked down to the lake’s edge to dine in Parilla Rustica. There I tried the calafate sour made from the blueberries of the plant to which we had been introduced hours earlier.

While enjoying a delicious grilled dinner, we were entertained by an Argentinian Tango.

The next morning we again beat the sun.

We were picked up early and driven with fellow passengers for the day to Port Moreno on Lago Argentina, baptized by Francisco Moreno in 1875. We boarded the boat for Estancia Cristina.

We travelled across Lago Argentina through its narrowest portion known as Hell’s Gate due to the high cross winds.

As we sailed towards the glaciers, we headed out onto the front deck to take a look around. We started to see our first icebergs floating in the lake.

and our first large iceberg of the day.

Boy was it cold out there!

While we were headed toward the Upsala Glacier, I took a moment to study the maps. The map below shows the town of El Calafate Port Bondero where we boarded near the bottom. On the southwest corner of the map is Perito Moreno Glacier that we visited yesterday.

Zooming in, north of the Glaciar Perito Moreno are the channels we will enter today; the furthest north and west channel goes to the Upsala Glacier, the one next to it goes to Estancia Cristina, which we will visit. Notice on the map how far past the Glaciar Beriacchi (the top left corner of the map) the Glaciar Upsala extends. This is an eight year old map.

The next map is a two-year-old map which shows the Glaciar Upsala only as far as the Glaciar Beriacchi.

The reality of today is that the Glaciar Upsala has receded beyond the base of Glaciar Beriacchi; they are no longer connected. The other glacier seen between the two is Glaciar Cono, which so far is still connected to Glaciar Upsala although there appears to be a border between them. And finally, the glaciers have come into view from the boat. The fronts of the three above referenced glaciers are visible, but whether or not they are connected is not discernible from this view.

or even this one

We sailed near a large iceberg.

We had reached the closest we were allowed to the glacier fronts.

But as the boat slowed and circled the icebergs while everyone snapped photos, it started to warm up a bit.

The icebergs are truly beautiful.

This picture gives an idea of scale; the bergs are huge!

Eric took a gorgeous panoramic view of the mountains reflected on the lake.

We then sailed up the adjoining channel to Estancia Cristina.

We boarded the largest 4×4 I have ever seen, so high it required a ladder to enter from the rear.

We drove for about 50 minutes toward the glacier on a road hand made by 40 men using pick axes and shovels, very bumpy. Along the way we saw large hillsides covered with fallen dead trees. We were told that over 80 years ago while trying to clear land for sheep and cattle grazing, a fire got out of control and decimated much of the forrest. As we had seen in other forests in Patagonia, decomposition happens very slowly here.

When the national park took over the land from the ranchers, they were asked to remove their animals. It was too expensive to relocate all of them, so many of the sheep and cattle were left behind. The assumption was that the animals would not last the winter. That was true for the sheep, which mostly became prey to the local pumas. But the cattle survived and now exist in the wild.

These are the eighth generation of wild cattle. They are purportedly aggressive toward tourists, but we only admired them through the windows of our 4×4.

We diembarked our 4×4 and began our trek toward the Upsala Glacier.

The landscape here is mostly that of Moraine terrain, a landscape created by glaciers and made of a variety of materials, including silt, boulders, sand, and clay. The resulting sediment is not conducive to vegetation. The smooth rocks were polished by the glaciers “glacier polish” or “pulimento glacier” in Spanish.

The striations are cut as the glaciers pass over the rocks.

Millions of years ago this area was under the sea. Fossils can still be found in the area.

And so we started our hike toward the Upsala Glacier.

We stopped to see a shelter maintained by the Ice Institute. It is for scientists or park rangers who, for whatever reason, need to spend the night in the area. When it was built in 1950, it was a 15 minute walk to the edge of the glacier. Today it is about an 8 hour walk.

The shelter is always open and availbale.

As we hiked we got our first glimpse of the Upsala Glaciar.

We continued along the path and were able to see the fronts of the Beriacchi Glacier on the left and the Cono Glacier on the right with the very front of the Upsala Glacier on the far right.

And finally the front of the Upsala Glacier as it is joined by the Cono Glacier at its front edge.

The Upsala Glacier at 197 feet long with a surface area of over 330 square miles, it is 3 times larger than the Perito Morena Glacier. It is the second largest in South America. Unlike the Perito Moreno Glacier, the Upsala Glacier is floating on the lake.

The glacier is named for Upsala, a Swedish university located 44-miles from the capital, Stockholm. It was the first university to sponsor glaciological studies in Los Glaciares National Park.

Glaciers must always be moving. For their formation and sustenance, they require rain, snow, cold, and wind.

Glaciers that are not valley glaciers are called hanging glaciers. In Argentina, they are named for the mountains upon which they sit like the one on North Mountain, seen below, the highest peak in the area at almost 9,000 feet.

We could not get enough of the beauty of this special place.

And oh the colors were spectacular, or as they say in Argentina, “buonisimo!”

especially the colors in the rocks due to all the minerals contained therein.

We reluctantly made our way back to our 4×4 and the return bumpy and windy 50 minute trip back to Estancia Cristina.

There a delicious lunch of local specialties including squash soup, guanoco meatballs, lamb, grilled veggies, and fried parmesan cheese was waiting for us in the restaurant.

When asked about the human effect of global warming vs the natural evolution of the planet warming, our guide carefully responded with “my government and the park service require me to say that the data is uncertain.” To determine the rate of decrease in size of the world’s glaciers, one must study both the accumulation zone as well as the front of the glacier. The “accumulation zone” refers to the upper part of a glacier where more snow accumulates than melts, typically at higher altitudes, while the “front of a glacier” is the very edge or terminus of the glacier, which is the lowest point where the ice reaches and is where most melting and calving occurs, marking the boundary between the glacier and the surrounding land. The following data that appeared on a wall chart in the restaurant supports the effect of “human related global warming” on the shrinking of the glaciers. This is important because the Southern Patagonian Ice Field is the third largest source of global fresh water behind Antarctica and Greenland.

After lunch we were given a tour of the ranch and its museum. In Patagonia estancias have a historical as well as economic significance. In the mid nineteenth century the decision was made to boost an agricultural big-scale production as the base for the country’s flourishing economy. Lands in remote areas appropriated from the native peoples were given as farms to mostly European immigrants. The Homestead Act of 1884 established an amount of 20,000 hectares (about 50,000 acres) to be given each family for wool production. As long as the taxes were paid, after a period of 30 years the family would own the property. Percival Masters was moored in Punta Arenas, Chile in 1900 when he and his then girlfriend Jessie heard of the possibility of gold in Patagonia. They made their way here only to find pyrite, “fools gold.” Upon hearing of the possibility of land ownership for wool production, they moved to this western part of Santa Cruz. They arrived in 1914 with children Herbert age 4 and Cristina 9 and lived in a tent for the first year then built this small home, which took 9 months to build.

The inside is this one small room.

This is the original heater.

In 1919 they moved into this larger home which they surrounded with trees and shrubs to block the persistent strong winds. Only the front of the house now is the original. Originally the name of the farm was Estancia Masters, but is was changed to Estancia Cristina to honor their daughter after she passed away in 1924 from pneumonia.

Inside the museum we can see what their kitchen looked like.

Sheep were brought to Patagonia from Buenos Aires, where they had been introduced from Islas Molvinas, in large herds traveling for many miles and for many months, sometimes up to two years. In 1900 there were 74 million sheep in Patagonia. Today there are about 12 million.

Initially the shearing was done by hand, which took about 10-15 minutes.

But with the invention of the motorized shaver, the shearing process was reduced to 3-5 minutes.

The wool needed to make it to market. A ship was built by the family in 1962 using a blueprint from the Popular Mechanics Magazine.

In 1937 the farm became part of the national park, so the family could not fulfill the term of their ownership. Instead they received a yearly renewable permit to farm the land as long as a member of the family remained on the land. In 1953 the Institute of Ice was formed to study and preserve the territory. Herbert became a guide for the institute in the 1950s. He lived his life on the farm with his parents who both lived well into their 90s. In 1966 Herbert brought Janet Hermingston to the farm to help with his aging parents. Janet fell in love with the farm and remained after Percival and Jessie passed away. At the age of 82 Herbert married Janet so she would become family and could remain on the farm after he passed away which he did in 1984 of lung cancer, having been a lifelong smoker. Prior to his death Herbert and Janet had worked the farm together, but after he died in 1984 the wool production ceased completely. In the 1950s the area started to become an attraction for climbers and scientists. In 1985 Janet began a Bed and Breakfast and changed the permit to one for tourism, but at that time she had to get rid of all of the animals. Janet worked with some of those more famous climbers including Pedro and Jorge Skvarca, Eric Shipton, and Cosimo Ferrari to create the Estancia Cristina of today: a place for tourists, climbers, and travelers. Janet passed away in 1997. Estancia Cristina is now owned by a corporation that has been granted rights to continue the tourism operations within the confines of the national park. For those staying at the ranch, horseback riding is an option.

And finally it was time to say goodbye.

and reboard the boat back to El Calafate.

And all of that was just our first week in Argentina!

Italy: Lombardy Region: Milan 10/12-14; Como 10/15-16

We arrived Milan via train, so easy. The central train station is huge and bustling.

We negotiated our way into the metro and rode it to the neighborhood of our AirBnb, which was well placed right off a main artery: Via Torino, yet off a courtyard in a very quiet building on a side street. After picking up some groceries and settling in, we set off to explore the Old City. We passed the Biblioteca Ambrosiana, which urged us in with the promise of the Atlantic Codex of Leonardo DaVinci; we made a mental note to return. (turns out this was the back anyway).

Further along we came to Piazza Cordusio where the court of the Lombard dukes once stood. It was later the financial hub of Milan until the 2010s when the financial institutions transferred to skyscrapers. Today it’s a social and commercial hub.

 
Assicurazioni Generali building, built in late 19th century
Italian Credit Palace (UniCredit), built 1901

Meandering northwest from Piazza Cordusio on Via Dante, we passed street artists, shops, cafes, and sooooo many people! We took our time to take in our surroundings. We were falling in love with Milan.

Further along Via Dante we passed the Monument to Giuseppe Garibaldi (1807-1882), a national hero as a general and later politician.

Monument to Giuseppe Garibaldi 1895

At the end of Via Dante stands the Castello Sforzesco. It was built in the 15th century by  Francesco Sforza, Duke of Milan, on the remnants of a 14th-century fortification. Later renovated and enlarged, in the 16th and 17th centuries it was one of the largest citadels in Europe.

Castello Sforzesco

We walked around the castle grounds, but it was getting late, as evidence by the lights starting to come on, and we had a dinner reservation.

We retraced our steps down Via Dante and before turning onto Via Torino, we found ourselves in front of the Duomo, which we planned to come back to with more time, but could not resist admiring it lit up.

Duomo

Dinner was just what a first night in Italy should be: pizza at Rossini.

The next morning we were up and out for our walking tour, which met in front of the Duomo. At the top of the plazza is a statue of Victor Emmanuel II (1820-1878) who in 1861 became the first king of a reunited Italy (since the 6th century).

Victor Emmanuel II (1895)

In the plaza we met our guide Marco.

Although we met in front of the Duomo, Marco led us away to some of Italy’s history before returning to this important structure. First he showed us the snake-eating-man symbol, also known as a Biscione, which was the symbol for the influential Visconti family (1277-1477). (It is also a reference to Dante). He told us their reign is known as the second golden age of Milan. The first was in the 4th century. The Visconti family symbol is now the symbol for Milan and also has been adopted by several companies including a local TV channel, a soccer team, and Alpha Romeo cars.

As an aside, Marco told us that the local dialect used by Dante for his poetry is what is today called Italian. He then took us by The Church of St. Anthony

He shared with us the story of why shingles is called “St. Anthony”s fire” in Italy. St. Anthony, always pictured with a pig, as he is here, used pig fat to calm the symptoms of shingles.

Next we visited the Church of San Nazaro, dating to the 4th cetury (Milan’s first Golden Age), it is one of the oldest churches in Milan. It is the oldest Latin cross church in the history of Western art. In the 4th century, Milan was the capitol of one of the four regions of the Roman Empire, and was the first region to allow Christianity.

There have been many changes to the church through the centuries, especially after a fire in 1077. The remnants of the 4th century Roman building can be seen in the part of the wall seen with the brick herringbone pattern, a typical Roman technique.

While here Marco gave us much more Milan history. The city was completely destroyed twice. The first time was by the Ostrogoths in 476. The second was by Frederick Barbarossa of the holy Roman Empire in 1162. He was known as the Kaiser Rotbart, which in English means “Emperor Redbeard.” He leveled most of the city, which then came under the rule of the Holy Roman Empire.

Our next stop was a former hospital of Milan which, started in 1456, remained a hospital until the 1930s when it was deemed not modern enough. It is now part of the Milan State University. It was built by the Sforzesco family (same family as the castle above). Francesco Sforza was the son-in-law of Visconti. The last Visconti duke died in 1447 without a male heir. Sforza was the duke of Milan until 1499 when Milan was invaded by France and was then a province of a foreign country until Italy was reunified in 1861.

At the time the hospital was built, it was the largest in Europe. It was also the first hospital to be devoted to actual recovery (rather than palliative care or as a shelter, which is what hospitals were at the time). At the main gate monks would assess, ie triage, and if a person was felt to be terminal, they were sent elsewhere. It was the first hospital where patients had their own bed (imagine!) and a semi-private bathroom facility. And all of this including meals was free to the patients; it was the first public hospital. The funds initially came from the founder Francesco Sforza, but later from private donors.

The hospital was the highlight of Milan in its time, made famous in 1510 by Martin Luther who described it in one of his journals.

Marco the took us by Via Laghetto. He explained to us that in ancient and medieval times cities with waterways for transportation were those that prospered. Milan needed to dig canals to connect the city with waterways elsewhere in Europe. One was dug in the 1100s, connecting Milan to Switzerland, and the second in the 1400s, connecting Milan to the rest of western Europe. Right before the French invasion in 1499, Milan was one of the most advanced, richest, and most populated cities in Europe. In the 1400s, the canals were used to bring in all the marble for the Duomo from the Candoglia Quarry. Where Via Laghetto is now was then a pond where the marble was offloaded, then taken by cart to the Duomo building site. The pond has since been filled in and covered in concrete.

Finally we headed back toward the Duomo, a legacy of the Visconti family. It was paid for by the Duke as a way of “buying” his title of Duke for independence for Milan from the Holy Roman Empire. It was started in 1386 in the Gothic style, which was already out of vogue in Europe. It is the only Gothic style church in Italy. The main spire was finished in 1774; the front was finished in 1814; the last gates were completed in 1965. It is the largest Gothic church in the world. Part of the reason it took so long to complete was the sacking of Milan by the French in 1499 after which the funding dried up except for private donations.

Atop the main spire is Mary, known to the locals as Madonnina because of how small she looks from the ground. In actuality, she is 13 feet tall and stands at a height of 355 feet. At the time she was placed there in 1774, she represented the highest point in Milan and it stayed that way, by decree, until 1960 when Pirelli finally won a variance for his skyscraper. Pirelli’s building, at 417 feet was higher, but in deference to her tradition, he placed a smaller version of the Madonnina atop his building; as has every building since that has reached new heights. “My Beautiful Small Lady” is the anthem of Milan.

In addition to Mary, there are over 3,400 statues in and on the Duomo.

The most amusing statue is on a balcony on the front of the church. The two are labeled as New Justice and Old Justice.

The one on the left: New Justice looks very similar to Lady Liberty in NY harbor, though she predates our gift from France by over 70 years.

Next Marco took us to the Galleria, a shopping center built to celebrate the reunification of Italy. It opened in 1867. In 1865 Milan had become the second city (after New York) to have electric lights. The Galleria was truly the gentrification of the area with it’s upscale shops and restaurants.

He explained to us that all the central shops are Italian; the French are only on the outer portions of the cross shaped space. All the shops must have uniform signage of gold lettering on black.

The paintings over the entrances represent the Italian flag of the reunification with its red cross.

Outside the galleria and across the street is the Scala Theater for performances in music, ballet, and opera. After a fire had destroyed the previous theater, La Scala was commissioned and built in 1778. The new theatre was built on the former location of the church of Santa Maria della Scala, from which the theatre gets its name. As with most of the theaters at that time, La Scala was also a casino, with gamblers playing in the foyer. In its first 34 years patrons would use their boxes for social life, business meetings, and even fornication during the performance. But in 1812 Rossini made his debut here followed shortly by Bellini, Donizetti, and later Verdi, four of Italy’s most famous composers. Since then, most attendees have actually enjoyed the performances at la Scala. The theater opens for its season every year on December 7, the feast day of Saint Ambrose, patron saint of Milan. Unfortunately, the entire building is currently enclosed for renovations.

Marco next took us to the Piazza Mercanti, which, created in the middle of the 13th century, was the center of political and city life in medieval Milan.

Piazza Mercanti

If a merchant could not pay his debts, all his goods were confiscated then his desk (Banco in Italian) was brought to the square and broken (rotto in Italian). Banco-Rotto was the origin of the word bankrupt and not just in English. Marco asked at least 6 people how banco-rotto is pronounced in their language and it was amazingly similar in every language.

City Hall

The last place Marco took us was to see L.O.V.E., commonly known as il Dito (Italian for “the finger”), a sculpture by Italian artist Maurizzio Cattalan (1960- ). The name L.O.V.E. is the acronym of “Libertà, Odio, Vendetta, Eternità” (“Freedom, Hatred, Revenge, Eternity”).

L.O.V.E. 2011

The sculpture is located in Piazza degli Affari, where the Italian stock exchange is located.  Maurizio Cattelan has never disclosed the exact meaning of the sculpture.  The two most accepted explanations are 1: that it represents both a critique of the Fascist salute and 2: that it is designed as a protest against financial institutions after the 2008 financial crisis. The stock exchange building was built during fascism by architect Paolo Mezzanotte and completed in 1932. But as Marco pointed out, if the first option is true, why is the finger pointed away from the stock exchange toward the viewer?

Piazza degli Affari

After lunch we mustered up enough energy to return to Biblioteca Ambrosiana. We got audio guides to learn about Federico Borromeo (1564-1631), Cardinal Archbishop of Milan. During his stays in Rome between 1585 and 1601, he developed the idea of ​​a cultural institution of a high artistic, literary and scientific level. He started a collection which has been built upon through the centuries. During the Napoleonic plundering of Italy much of the contents were stolen and transferred to France. Most have since been returned. The first few rooms of the museum contain works obtained by the cardinal himself like this Titian in 1618.

Adoration of the Magi, Titian, 1576

One of the most precious artworks in the collection, and in the city of Milan., is the The School of Athens by Raphael (1483-1520). It is the largest renaissance cartoon that has survived to this day, and was made by Raphael as a preparatory work for the Stanza della Segnatura room in the Vatican, which was commissioned by Julius II. It entered Federico Borromeo’s collection in 1626, when he purchased it from the widow of Fabio Borromeo Visconti for the massive sum of six hundred imperial lire. Although it is known as The School of Athens, the more exact title is Philosophy, as suggested by the allegory of the same subject painted on the vault above the fresco in the Stanza della Segnatura, as part of a very complex iconographic project. At the centre we see the two greatest philosophers, Plato (painted with the likeness of Leonardo, with his finger pointing upwards and identifiable by the Timaeus he is holding, one of his works that had enormous influence on later philosophy) and Aristotle, who is identified by his book of Ethics.


The collection includes non Italian artists, especially from the school of Flanders, like this Still Life by artist Jan Brueghel the Elder (1568-1625), one of the first Still Lifes known.

Later additions include sculptures, jewelry, and pieces like this hollow deer for serving wine. Below can be seen a pair of gloves worn by Napoleon Bonaparte.

The Biblioteca Ambrosiana is full of treasures, even the walls like these mosaics.

The courtyard is full of statues.

Even the ceilings are works of art.

There is an entire room devoted to works by DaVinci (and this is only one of 4 museums in Milan with works of his). Most famous is this self portrait.

But what had drawn us into the Biblioteca Ambrosiana was the library itself and the DaVinci Atlantic Codex.

In December 2019 Dolce and Galbana donated the Chiaravalle tower clock. The large clock in fact reproduces the complex astronomical machine of the Chiaravalle Abbey completed according to the intuitions of Leonardo da Vinci illustrated in the pages of his Atlantic Codex, which is exhibited in the same room.

And finally, what we came for. The posted sign says it all best.

Fun fact, DaVinci wrote his codexes in mirror writing, ie backwards; no one knows why, but there are many theories.

single sheet of the Atlantic Codex describing air lift
an original bound Atlantic Codex volume

After a very full day it was early to bed anticipating Howard’s and Georgia’s arrival in the morning. After they dropped their luggage and an early coffee, we set out independently. Eric and I had booked tickets to the Duomo. But first we wanted to go back to the Galleria, which is right next to the Duomo, and spend a little more time looking around.

It had been so crowded with people during our tour that Marco walked through briskly making picture taking difficult. Due to the presence of elegant shops and clubs it has been a meeting place for the Milanese bourgeoisie since its inauguration. It has been nicknamed “drawing room of Milan.” It is among the most famous examples of European iron architecture, as seen in the balustrades below, and represents the archetype of the nineteenth-century shopping gallery and is often considered one of the first examples of a shopping center in the world.

At the intersection of the arms of the Gallery is the space surmounted by the dome, called “octagon” due to its shape obtained by cutting the four corners at the intersection of the two orthogonal galleries. The floor of the octagon hosts a large central mosaic representing the coat of arms of the House of Savoy.

The tops of the four walls resulting from the cut are each decorated with a painted 
lunette, 15 metres wide at the base and 7 metres high at its maximum, each representing a different continent.


Asia represented sitting on a throne where natives and other men with Asian features pay homage to her with gifts

 The floor of the octagon celebrates the historical 8 capitals of Italy, represented by their shields, plus Milan, which was never a capitol. Tradition says that rotating three times on oneself with the right heel in correspondence with the genitals of the bull depicted in the mosaic on the floor in the center of the octagon brings good luck. The gesture was originally performed as a mockery towards the city of Turin, whose coat of arms depicts the bull, and then spread simply as a superstitious rite . This ritual, repeated often every day, mainly by tourists, quickly wears out the image of the bull, which must be restored frequently.

And now it was time for the Duomo. We had bought the “Fast Track” tickets online which meant we were to ride the elevators up to the terraces first (rather than climb the nearly 300 stairs). We were let out first on the lower terrace, which was good because I needed to get used to the height. The terraces measure over 86,000 square feet over the two levels.

It was very interesting to be able to see the gargoyles (called falconaturas because they are actually for drainage of rainwater) up close. There are 150 gargoyles.

There are 135 spires. Of note, there is no bell tower. There are bells internally, but they are only rung on a few high holy days throughout the year. The bells heard daily are a recording.

It seems by their placement on the terraces that some statues were never meant to be seen from the street. The terraces were built for visitors to the Duomo.

There were plaques along the way explaining some of the history. Across from the terrace the Venneranda Fabbrica building can be seen. It holds, preserves, and restores all of the documents related to the Duomo. During WWII the building was damaged by shrapnel but the large clock on it’s top was saved, supported by the statues of Day and Night.

The Carelli spire was the first built, named for Marco Carelli who, near his death in 1395 donated 35,000 gold ducats (about 30 million dollars in today’s money). Although named for Carelli, the statue is of King George.

We climbed further to reach the upper terrace.

This plaque shows damage done to a spire during the WWII bombings.

Today that spire has been restored,

From this height one can see modern Milan in the distance.

Finally we climbed the last 90 steps up to the roof. The main spire was built between 1765 and 1770. In the mid 1800s it almost buckled from the weight; a metal rod was inserted for stability.

The pages of photos and text seen to the right give tribute to all those who are needed to constantly maintain and repair the marble. Seen up close, the different colors can really be appreciated. The white is the newer marble, still recovered from the same Candoglia quarry. As the marble ages it becomes first gray then black then begins to crumble.

Also from up here, though still far away, the Madonnina is close enough for a photo. She is 13 feet high, made from 33 copper plates, is covered in 600 sheets of gold leaf, and weighs over 880 pounds. In August 1943 she was wrapped in sheets of burlap so her shine would not attract bombers.

I particularly liked this small statue. There are so many of Mary in this cathedral dedicated to her.

As we began our descent, we got views of the city from the other side.

Finally we climbed down and entered the cathedral.

There are 52 pillars and 5 naves.

Over the entrance is the Assumption of Mary.

Right by the entrance is the tomb of Castrelli (I guess he deserved a primo burial spot after the gift of 35,000 gold ducats).

Also at the front of the church is a sundial. In medieval Italy before clocks, time was told by where a ray of light shone through a hole in the roof and landed on the floor below.

The floors are marble throughout.

Near the front, opposite the entrance, is the Baptismal Font.

There are 164 large stained glass windows featuring more than 3000 characters. In each of the world wars more than 50 workers removed and wrapped the stained glass windows during the bombardments.

This one depicts the life of Christ with His birth at the bottom and the Crucifixion at the top.

There is a large monument in the apse behind the main alter.

One of the side chapels, which is dedicated to Mary,

shows a statue in relief of Mary as a small child.

The organ is in the high alter.

At the top of the high alter is a cross with a red light. The red light signifies where an original nail from ‘the cross of Jesus’ is kept. It is brought out every December 14th for 40 hours.

After a snack and a rest, we set out again to see the Castello Sforzesco. Along the way we passed these ancient ruins from the 4th century.

Il Palazzo Imperiale

When we arrived at the castle we were dismayed to learn that the museum is closed on Mondays. We were able to spend some more time exploring the grounds of the castle.

Now that the Visconti family shield had been pointed out by Marco, we saw it everywhere.

The Rocchetta courtyard had frescos that had been plastered over. They were revealed during an early 2010s renovation.

The restoration is yet incomplete on purpose to save some of the frescos for future generations.

The vaults are adorned with the Sforzo family emblems throughout.

Another courtyard is called the elephant courtyard because of the elephant fresco revealed on the portico painted to look three dimensional with its surrounding architectural structures.

We walked through the castle out the back and saw what had been the moat.

We headed to the park behind. From there we could see the Unicredit Tower in the distance.

In another direction we could see Porta Sempione (“Simplon Gate”), the city gate. The name is used both to refer to the gate proper and to the surrounding district The gate is marked by a landmark triumphal arch called Arco della Pace (“Arch of Peace”), dating back to the 19th century. We headed over.

Porta Sempione 
Arco della Pace

Beyond the gate our love affair with Milan intensified. We are ready to move into this neighborhood, if even for a little while.

With the tree lined streets, the 1880 tram, and the gorgeous buildings, what else does one need?

Just look at this apartment building: exquisite.

we could even peek into the ceilings: to-die-for

even a cute restaurant right on the block.

Heading back through Sempione Park, we went a different route and found this playground.

including a little traintrack. Took Eric back to his childhood days.

We even saw an exercise class happening in the park.

We saw what looked like a huge stadium and poked ourselves in to find a high school track event.

We passed back through the castle which was now lit up for the night.

We were then passed by a dining tram, a first for us. We have seen dining trains and boats, but never a tram.

Our perfect day was topped by a perfect meal at Andry’s. One of the anecdotes told on the audioguide inside the Duomo was that of an artist who, while working on the yellow windows, as a prank, put the flower pistons he was using for dye into the risotto, and to the surprise of all, it was delicious. And so Milanese risottos (with saffron) was born. We tried it with shellfish, and it was truly delicious.

There is soooo much music, art, history, sooo many museums, and sooo many restaurants, we felt we had barely scratched the surface of this city. We hope to come back and stay for a month or two next time.

In the morning we took the metro back to the central station to pick up our rental car nearby. In the plaza outside the station we saw this, probably for the store brand, but for a New Yorker, who can resist a “Big Apple” photo shot?

We drove north to Como where we had a room rented in an apartment building right by the water. We walked by the lake, but the weather was a bit cold and damp, so we headed toward the old part of the town. Our first stop was the Duomo di Como, reputably last Gothic cathedral built in Italy. Construction began in 1396, and although considered Gothic, it has Romanesque, Renaissance, and Baroque architectural style elements.

The 286-foot-long and 246-foot-wide cathedral has a Latin Cross plan. There are three naves and a Renaissance transept topped by a stunning dome.

There is also a sundial, albeit different from the one in the Duomo of Milan.

Attached to the Duomo is the town hall, Broletto di Como (Old Town Hall). “Broletto” is an old term derived from the Medieval Latin word “brolo.” A brolo was a broad, walled field where people could have town meetings. Eventually, the brolo or broletto became the Town Hall. Today, it is a venue for exhibits and events. Originally erected in 1215, the Old Town Hall style is now a melange of Gothic-Romanesque-Renaissance elements.

These buildings sit in a cute square

with elements of the iron architecture seen in Milan.

Next we visited Basilica di San Fedele (Basilica of Saint Fidelis). Saints Fidelis, Carpophorus, and Exanthus are celebrated as saints and martyrs in Como. Legend has it that they were three soldiers bent on converting pagans around Como. Ultimately they were martyred. The Basilica of Saint Fidelis is dedicated to one of these third-century martyrs. The church was erected in 1120 over a Christian church from the 7th century. The building features a Romanesque architectural style.

Basilica di San Fedele

The ceiling is a barrel vault with a bone-arched pediment.

As we ventured further into the old town we happened into this square.

Piazza Volta

Here we found a statue of Volta. Alessandro Giuseppe Antonio Anastasio Volta ( 1745-1827) was an Italian chemist, physicist, inventor of the first electric generator, discoverer of methane gas, and inventor of the  Voltaic Pile, the first electrical battery. He was born and lived out his last days in Como. The monument to Volta was erected in Como in 1838. Volta stands atop the high pedestal in a toga. His left-hand holds a book. The right-hand rests on the Voltaic Pile.

We then headed back toward the lake. We passed through Piazza Cavour (Cavour Square), the main square of Como and the heart of the historical center of the city.

Piazza Cavour

We crossed back toward the lake.

There we spied Life Electric, a sculpture celebrating Volta. It sits on the end of the Breakwater Pier (Diga Foranea) and was inaugurated in 2015. Life Electric was inspired by the tension between two poles of a battery.

For dinner we headed back into the old town to Rive Enoteca, a restaurant charming in every way, including the centerpieces.


We enjoyed another Milanese saffron risotto, this time with chunks of ossobuco. Rive Enotica also had a self-serve wine bar, a new experience for me. Between us we were able to taste 7 different wines with our 3 courses, heaven.

Unfortunately, the next day the weather turned cold and rainy. We drove and met Howard and Georgia in a cute restaurant by the lake in Malgrate. But once we got back to Como we hunkered down for the rest of the day.

Switzerland: Lucerne Oct 2-6

We went to the Interlaken train station and bought a ticket to Lucerne but were told that the first part of the journey would have to be by bus due to the track needing repairs from all the rain. The bus journey to the next station was only about 15 minutes. Along the way we passed numerous small waterfalls and dairy farms: the source of all that milk for the cheese and chocolates we have been consuming.

The train ride to Lucerne was also quite scenic passing several cute towns, lakes, and mountain views along the way.

Once off the train, we were immediately struck by how much larger a city Lucerne is than those we had visited thus far. The train station, which is also the bus depot, is large with over 2 dozen bus routes.

train station Lucerne

As instructed by our VRBO host, we hopped the 9 bus to the end, a steady uphill climb, to our apartment, which had a great view of the Old City Walls: Museggmauer (Musegg Wall) and towers. The wall and nine towers were built in the 13th century. With much of it still preserved, it is one of the longest defensive walls still standing in the country

view from our apartment

and the distant view of a hotel high on a hill across the river

Gutch Hotel

Once settled, we hiked back down into the Old City to have a look around. First we passed these neighbors, funny to find in the city.

They were sitting in this cute park right below our building.

Along the path we passed this gorgeous holly tree full of berries.

What was immediately striking was that fountains in Lucerne, although plentiful and still a source of fresh drinking water, are not nearly as beautiful nor as integral to the history and culture of the city as they had been in Bern.

We made it down to the river and found the Chapel Bridge, originally built in 1333, it is oldest covered wooden bridge in Europe and the world’s oldest surviving truss bridge. 

The Chapel Bridge

It is a famous tourist spot and one of the most photographed sites in Lucerne.

The Chapel Bridge was named for Saint Peter’s Chapel nearby; it stretches diagonally across the Reuss River. What makes this bridge special is that it has some old triangle-shaped  paintings inside from the 17th century. Unfortunately, many of these paintings were destroyed in a fire that happened in 1993, which also damaged most of the bridge. Thankfully, they fixed the bridge but were only able to recover 30 of the paintings.

Across the bridge can be seen the Jesuit Church (Jesuitenkirche).

Jesuitenkirche

A Catholic church which, built in the mid-seventeenth century, it has the distinction of being first grand Baroque-style church constructed in northern Switzerland, situated above the Alps. Now it is an integral part of the cityscape.

Further along the Reuss River is a second covered bridge: Spreuer Bridge. The original bridge was constructed in the 13th century connecting the old mill to the newer side of the city but was destroyed by a flood in 1566.

It was rebuilt shortly thereafter, which was when the paintings were added, 45 of which have survived. The paintings are the largest known paintings of the Dance of Death during the late Middle Ages, and which have now created the nickname “The Dance of Death Bridge.” These two bridges are the only in Europe that house these triangular framed paintings.

We crossed to the other side of the Reuss River.

view upstream from Spreuer Bridge

Once on the other side we strolled along the riverfront with its monstrous annual flower pots still blooming.

and were able to have a better look at the buildings we had passed including Town Hall (Rathaus).

Rathaus

and Pfistern Hall

Phistern Hall

more on these last two buildings later. But now it was time to cross back and stop for a beer.

Dinner our first night was in the Rathaus Brewery, which was delicious.

In the morning we set out to more thoroughly explore the Old City. We learned that in German schmuck means jewelry. (So Yiddish schmuck=dick, ie penis: the family jewels?)

We passed so many pastry shops and chocolatiers. Also fun was the spectacles shop.

There are seemingly random works of art on buildings.

and several charming statues

What is most striking about the Old City of Lucerne are the many buildings with beautiful mosaics.

Once again we crossed the river to take the funicular up to the Gutch Hotel, another steep climbing train.

The view from there of the city was amazing, not only the river, but also Lake Lucerne can be seen.

And a great view of the first tower and a part of the Musegg Wall.

Once on river level again, we continued our city self-tour. Old City Lucerne is such an interesting place to wander through, full of so many architecturally interesting buildings either because of, as mentioned above, their frescos like these

and this really fun one

or because of the woodwork like this one

or because of the stonework

many for the gorgeous flower pots

and some just for the architecture itself

Two standout buildings are the Rathaus, seen from in front above, which is considered by many to be one of the most beautiful historical buildings in Lucerne. Construction began on Rathaus in 1602 and was completed in 1606. Here is the tower in the back.

The other standout building is Pfistern Guild Hall, also seen from the front above. It is one of the last standing guild halls in the city. The name Pfistern comes from the Latin “pistor”, which was what the Romans called bakers. The Germanization of the word turned it into “Pfister”. The Pfister Guild initially united artisans, bakers and millers, and was founded in 1408. The guild house was the noble gentlemen’s meeting place to discuss politics and business, not forgetting some great food and drinks during the process. Shortly before the guild was dissolved in 1875, the house was auctioned for 80,000 Francs. A century later – in 1977 – after numerous ownership changes, the property was acquired by the Lucerne Association of Pastry Bakers, thus reverting to its original purpose. 

On the side of the building is a mural of the Pfistern family tree hung with coats of arms.

Our tour continued on to the Church of St. Leodegar, a 17th century Roman Catholic church completed in 1639. Yet the history of the church can be traced as far back as the 8th century. An older church once stood on the site where the Church of Saint Leodegar now stands, built around 735 or 736. Unfortunately, that building burned in 1633. All that was left behind were two Romanesque towers. Many consider the Church of Saint Leodegar to be the most important example of a church using Renaissance architecture in Switzerland.

We next passed through a very touristy square on which sits the Old Swiss House.

The souvenir shops there have, in addition to the usual stuff, an amazing selection of cuckoo clocks.

We finally made our way to what is one of the most renowned landmarks is Lucerne: the Lion Monument, a carved rock sculpture located in Lucerne, Switzerland. It was crafted in 1820 to honor the memory of the Swiss Guards who tragically lost their lives in 1792 during the French Revolution. 

The Lion Monument measures an imposing ten meters in length and six meters in height. It is dedicated to honoring the loyalty and courage of the Swiss. The sculpture depicts a dying lion impaled by a spear, with a shield bearing the emblem of the French monarchy covering its body. Adjacent to the lion, there is another shield bearing the coat of arms of Switzerland. Mark Twain famously referred to this sculpture of a mortally wounded lion as “the most mournful and moving piece of stone in the world.”

Dinner was typical Swiss fare including spaetzle and maluns in an historic building at Restaurant Bündnerland.

The next day was overcast with threats of rain, so we postponed our lake adventure. But while inquiring about boat tickets, we noticed a lot of activity beyond the ferris wheel, which was turning for the first time since we had arrived.

We stumbled onto the Octoberfest Lunapark fair that opened that day and would remain for 2 weeks, how lucky for us!

It was a combination of a market and an amusement park.

There were all the usual handmade products like leather goods and hats

and several booths with jewelry.

The market included all kinds of typical Swiss products including cheeses

sausages

smoked game

and this one with all kinds of strudel

Several carts claiming Swiss treats had an item called mogenbrot. We looked them up and they were compared to British “digestive biscuits,” so we gave them a try. Not a fan. Dense, sweet, but tasteless.

We chose to buy our bratwurst at this cute grill.

There were also plenty of non Swiss food choices including Chinese

French

and Spanish deserts

As for fair treats, they had both of Eric’s favorites: candy apples and cotton candy

The international options were not only food. They had dreamcatchers from the Americas.

beaded trinkets from Thailand

didgeridoos from Australia

and cork products from Portugal.

Games included those for the macho

the wild west shooting range

and even little duckies for the kids.

The rides also spanned the ages from children

to the bigger kids

(with an American theme)

to the rides for the more adventurous (not me, not ever)

But my personal favorite item at the fair was this concert organ. I only wish I could upload a video not only for the music, but for all the moving parts.

Once we had our fill at the fair, we decided to walk off the food with a climb to the towers. Not only did we look out onto them from our apartment, but we walked through the wall every time we went down into town. The rain had finally stopped enough that it was time to take the climb. There are 9 towers but only four that can be climbed, the first of which was right in front of our place, so we started there, which is the sixth tower (counting from west to east): Schirmerturm (Umbrella Tower). In the passage of the tower there is a statue of one of the city’s patrons, Saint Mauritius.

Above the gateway is his shield.

The Schirmerturm is a gate tower, built in 1420 and is one of the smallest of the towers. We climbed the 96 steps leading to the top floor. From there we not only had a view of the city

but also of our apartment, shown below we were the very top floor with the small terrace. It seems a typical Swiss apartment is the entire floor.

We were able to walk along the top of the Musegg wall to the next tower: Zytturm – one of Europe’s most unique clock towers. seen from below

The clock mechanism was made in 1535 and is still working; it famously strikes the hour one minute before all the other clocks in Lucerne.

We continued along the wall to the Heuturm/ Wachtturm – a former hay storage from the 14th century, destroyed by gunpowder explosion in 1707; rebuilt as a watchtower. We climbed down from there and walked at ground level past the 3rd and second towers to the first tower: Nölliturm which was built in 1513 and is the only round tower on the Musegg Wall.

We strolled around to the front of the Musegg wall to get a better look at the second tower: Männliturm (Little Man), a 15th-century tower

renowned for its “Little Iron Man” crowning the top

From here we had a view of the Spreuer Bridge from the other side.

We passed into yet another square hosting a market.

Dinner that night was a delicious meal at Anton’s

The morning, although still very overcast, did not portend rain, so we embarked on our adventure. We boarded the boat

and immediately started snapping pictures of the surrounding mountains laden with clouds.

After about an hour on Lake Lucerne we arrived in Alpnachstad.

Pilatus Bahn

From there we caught a cogwheel train up to Pilatus

and stepped off the train into a winter wonderland.

We were able to look back at the train track we had just climbed

and see the many brave souls who chose to hike the mountain rather than ride the train.

There is a restaurant

in front of which was a Swiss musician

There is also a hotel aptly named the Bellevue

From this high up looking out the other way, Lake Lucerne can be seen almost in its entirety.

Zooming in, the Ferris Wheel can be discerned way in the distance.

Neither words nor pictures can do justice to the beauty of Pilatus

but I will try.

The distant mountainside is dotted with houses.

Pilatus legends include stories of dragons. We entered the dragons’ den.

Finally, it was time to head home which was to be a different route from which we came. I had to muster the courage for a ride on the cable car.

Down we went for about 15 minutes to the town of Fräkmüntegg

There were all kinds of fun parks including a very long alpine sled and zip lines.

We stopped for a hot chocolate before boarding the gondolas

for a 30 minute ride

down to the town of Kriens. Along the way we noted how many of the homes have green roofs. Also, plantings on terraces are plentiful as in this apartment building.

Finally, in Kriens we caught a 15 minute bus back to Lucerne. Tired, we stopped at Pickwick’s Pub for fish and chips for dinner while the locals watched football (ie soccer) on the telly.

Switzerland: Geneva Sept. 20-23, 2024, Lausanne Sept. 24-26

We arrived in Geneva airport at 7:30 am. Our Hotel D had sent us a transit card for use while in the city, so we were able to hop a train from the airport to 2 blocks from the hotel. Hotel D had obligingly agreed to check us in, for a fee, at 9am. After a refresh, we hit the town with a walking tour of the old city. We hiked around the bottom of Lake Geneva (AKA Lac Léman), then up to the Place du Borg-de-Four, which is the French translation of the Latin “Forum of the Burgandies.” The square has always been filled with markets and fairs, even a cattle market; today it is a tourist spot with shops, bars, cafes and some high-end shops. In its center is a fountain.

Place du Borg-de-Four

We then headed over to the the Reformation Wall, inaugurated in 1909, celebrating the persons and events of the Protestant Reformation. It sits on the University of Geneva grounds and marks the 400th anniversary of the French reformer John Calvin and the 350th anniversary of Calvin’s founding of the university.

The wall is built directly into the old city wall.

We headed up to the arsenal, built in the early 18th century to house ammunition to protect the old city. In Roman times it was an open air market and was first covered in the 15th century. Today it houses city archives.

So a quick history of Geneva: the Romans first took it over from local tribes in the 2nd century. It became Christian with its first bishop in the 4th century, and was ruled under the holy Roman Empire until the late 14th century, when it was self-governance. In 1541, with Protestantism on the rise, John Calvin became the spiritual leader of the city. In the 18th century Geneva again was under the influence of Catholic France. At the end of the Napoleonic wars, June 1, 1814, Geneva was admitted to the Swiss Confederation. The French influence remains with regards to both the language and the cuisine.

Scattered throughout the city are water fountains. Like in Rome, the water flows from the snow caps and is potable. One can fill a water bottle almost anywhere in the city.

Next stop was the Saint Peter Cathedral. The locale of the current building has been since the first bishop in the 4th century. The present cathedral was built in 1160 and was begun in the Gothic style.

Saint Peter Cathedral

In the 16th century, John Calvin adopted it for his Protestant use and stripped it of altars, statues, and most paintings. There are large round chandeliers hanging from the center.

The enormous pipe organ above the main entrance is designed to look like a red and gold crown.

Heading back down the hill we passed this cute carousel for the kids.

We strolled through the Old Town down onto the Place du Molard (Molard Square and Tower). In the 13th century it was the port for the lake. In the 16th century it was the economic center of the city with warehouses, customs and exchange offices, hotels, shops, and more. Today it is filled with cafes, boutique and souvenir shops and more.

Place du Molard

The clock tower at the center of the square is a Middle Ages remnant of a protective wall.

In 1906 it was adorned with a frieze and coat of arms of key actors of the Reformation.

We strolled along Rue du Rhône. Geneva is a shoppers paradise. Here is every brand imaginable high to low: Claires to Tiffany, H&M to Hermes, Swatch to Patek Philippe. But Rue du Rhône is definitely the high end 5th Avenue-like vibe. We passed too many watch shops to count with watches selling for hundreds of thousands of dollars!

Even the chocolate shops on Rue du Rhône are high end. And oh so many chocolate shops in Geneva.

We headed out of the Old Town toward the water’s edge. There we found the famous Geneva Flower Clock. Geneva is renowned worldwide for its watch making heritage. In 1955, as a tribute to this history and to nature, the Flower Clock was installed on the edge of the English Garden. It has functioned without disturbance for over 50 years. The flowers, 6500 in number, are changed seasonally.

Geneva Flower Clock diameter 16 feet, second hand 8.2 feet

Geneva’s English Garden was established in 1855. It hosts monuments, fountains, busts, and a significant arboretum.

Four Seasons Fountain, Geneva English Garden

But probably the most famous of Geneva’s attractions is the Jet d’Eau. Originally built in 1886 as a safety release for hydraulic power, it was moved to the present location in 1891 in celebration of the Swiss Confederation’s 600th anniversary.

Jet d’Eau 132 gallons/second to a height of 459 feet at 124 miles/hour

After a good night’s sleep, but still a bit jet-lagged we decided to spend this gloriously sunny day out on Lake Geneva.

We left the city and headed north along the western shore passing many beautiful homes along the way.

We stopped in a few port towns:

Coppet
Nyon

and passed too many sailboats to count. This group seemed to be racing.

We hopped off at Yvoire.

Yvoire is a medieval city built in the early 14th century. Located on the French shore of the lake, the village of Yvoire is nicknamed the “gem of the lake”. Overlooking the town is the midieval castle. Also worth mentioning is how crystal clear the water in the lake is. The water from the taps throughout the towns on the lake is not only potable but actually delicious and fresh tasting.

Walking up from the lake into town one is surrounded by beautiful cafes and pubs.

We checked out the local church built in the 13th century but having undergone many changes since.


Saint Pancrace Church

Saint Pancrace Church
interior

The current bulbous bell tower was built in 1857 in place of the old campanile.
This bell tower wall, characteristic of Romanesque-style chapels, had been one of the 800 bell towers in the region destroyed during the French Revolution in order to melt down bells for the cannons of Napoleon’s armies.

The  bell tower of Yvoire  was covered with stainless steel in 1989. This gives it this shiny appearance, like  a lighthouse on Lake Geneva  on sunny days. Before 1989, the bell tower looked really rusty.

We meandered the car-free streets of the old town, which is packed with cafes, pubs, and shops. We stopped in a few of local artist shops.

We wandered through the Port of Nernier, built in the early 14th century to fortify the town and one of the few remnants of the old wall remaining.

Port of Nernier

The castle, first seen from the lake, can be seen through many of the streets in this tiny town.

The flora is spectacular, even this late in the season. Flowers are growing everywhere, and trees seemingly right onto the sides of buildings!

After thoroughly enjoying this small French town, it was time for a beer break before heading back to the boat. We found a little cafe right on the water’s edge that served a local beer.

On our journey home the boat was much less crowded than it had been in the morning, giving us a chance to appreciate the boat itself. We had been on 2 in a fleet of 8 paddle steamboats dating to the early 20th century but renovated in 2009. Each has her original bell.

1928

The engine is visible through plexiglass toward the stern.

There are 2 paddle wheels, one on each side of the engine and both enclosed, visible only through a small window.

We arrived back in Geneva in the late afternoon.

We headed to dinner at a very Swiss place right near the arsenal and enjoyed all the Swiss classics: raclette, wiener schnitzel, sausage with mustard and potato salad, all so yummy. After dinner we took an evening stroll along the southern shore of the lake and took in the views as dusk fell over the skyline.

In the morning we visited the United Nations.

UN with flags of member countries
UN Plaza

The chair with the broken leg is a work of art in wood, and symbolizes the campaign against landmines. Made out of 5.5 tonnes of wood and standing at a height of 139 feet, this impressive work of art has been dominating the Place des Nations since 1997.

We headed back to the lakeside and the Parc la Grange. I will digress here for a moment to discuss the public transportation system. Prior to our arrival, our host hotel had sent us digital transport cards via email. They were good for the train from the airport to the city and all public transport within the city. We road in a tram to the UN and a bus back to the old city, all easy to find and to determine routes and timetables.. So far 3 modes of transport, and no one had yet asked to see our cards.

Being a Sunday, most shops and sites were closed. So we decided for an afternoon stroll through the Parc la Grange. Luckily the bus we had chosen dropped us at the top of the very long hill. We hiked down to the 18th century Manor House, which is currently closed to the public. In 1864 a meeting of the first conference of the International Committee of the Red Cross was held in the Villa La Grange on the invitation of its owner, Edmond Favre (1812-1880). William Favre (1843-1918), a son of Edmond Favre, bequested the La Grange area to the city of Geneva, in 1918.

The villa is beautifully landscaped, has numerous fountains, and a spectacular view.

But what the park is most know for is the impressive rose garden.

Front view looking up the garden

Despite this not being the season for roses,

side view of rose garden (with very few roses)

there were plenty of perennials still in bloom on the periphery.

Having tried every other mode of public transportation available, it was time to try a shuttle boat. Geneva has 3 routes that crisscross the lower portion of the lake connecting the parks, hotels, and shopping districts. It was a fast trip across, and again, no check of our transport card.

Now it is time to mention the peoples and the restaurants. Geneva is the most multiethnic city outside of NY we have ever visited, which is especially remarkable considering its relatively small population. The UN with over 1400 employees surely must contribute to the rainbow of peoples on the streets. Our hotel happened to be situated in what seemed like Little India based on the number of Indian restaurants just on our one street. Within a couple blocks we had the choice of not only every cuisine of Switzerland: Swiss, French, German, and Italian, but also everything from Mongolian, Ethiopian, Vietnamese, Thai, Mexican, Irish, many Japanese, and the list goes on. But both previous nights on returning to our hotel, the Chinese restaurant right next to our hotel: Xiang Yiu had a line of Chinese patrons wrapped around the block. We arrived back from the gardens early and hungry and decided to give it a try. Without a reservation, the maitre’d offered us a table if we could be out in under 75 minutes. And what an amazingly different and delicious meal it was; we ordered three dishes between the two of us and gobbled it up in time!

To help digest the meal, we ambled back to the lake. It started to drizzle, and the people traffic was sparse, so we took a couple of the different shuttle boats back and forth across the lake enjoying watching the lights come on over the city.

The next day we took a train to Lausanne. Upon arrival, the city announced itself as the home of the Olympics with the recognizable circles over the entrance to the train station,

Lausanne Train Station

Lausanne has been voted the best city with a population <200,00 (it is about 140,000) by Monocle Magazine. It is also the only city in the world with such a small population to have a rapid transit system. We easily found the metro, which we rode to our hotel, yet another means of transportation for us in Switzerland, and again no card check despite a new one having been issued by our local hotel. The metro is completely automated; no person conducting nor checking fares. There is a distinct jingle for each stop.

After dropping our luggage, we rode the metro back up to visit the old city. Our first stop was the 12th century Notre Dame Cathedral which sits atop the highest hill of the city.

The Cathedral of Notre Dame in Lausanne

Built between 1150 and 1275, it is considered the most beautiful gothic building in Switzerland. During the Protestant Reformation, much of the interior was stripped. The cathedral was renovated in both the 18th and 19th centuries, and again in the 20th, when new stained glass windows were added. The interior reflects both the original gothic architecture

mixed with modern art

and 20th century stained glass windows.

Uniquely, the cathedral had an exhibition of artwork.

all by a single artist.

The cathedral is also known for it’s remarkable and unique rose window, a fascinating record of medieval imagery. It is essentially a medieval ‘Imago Mundi’ or image of the world arranged around the central figure of God the Father.

The cathedral is also renowned for it “painted portal;” the statues originally rich in polychromy no longer have the original paint.

We left the cathedral and headed down the very steep sidewalks to the central square of the Old Town: Plac de Palud.

Plac de Palud

with its fountain of justice.

Fountain of Justice

It started to rain, so we took the metro back to our hotel, which now had a room ready for us. We were not necessarily in the center of town, but we were right next to the metro and across form the famous Savoy Hotel.

Hotel Savoy Lausanne

For dinner we headed back to the Old Town and came out of the metro behind the cathedral, which allowed for better pictures.

The Cathedral of Notre Dame in Lausanne

We took advantage of the break in the rain to wander around the area a bit more. We passed the Lausanne Academy. Built between 1579 and 1587, it was the first building in Switzerland to be built specifically for higher education, specifically for the pastors.

Ancienne Académie

We also stopped by the Saint-Maire Castle. The château was built from 1397 to 1425 by the Bishops of Lausanne to serve as their fortified residence. Today it serves as the seat of the cantonal (cantons, or member states, of the Swiss Federation) government.

Saint-Maire Castle

In the square was the requisite fountain.

The bishops chose well for themselves re: location; the views are spectacular.

We had chosen an Italian Restaurant for dinner: Amici. It did not disappoint. The homemade pasta is to die for.

The morning brought freshness and sunshine, so we headed to the lakefront. Like in Geneva, it is lined with gorgeous hotels, but a bit more on the modest side except for this beaut:

Hotel Beau Rivage Lausanne

As mentioned above, Lausanne is home to the Olympics committee. It has an impressive museum and park.

Olympic Park

The park includes many of the different sports included in the games, and stretches all the way to the lake where there is an olympic size swimming “pool,” which is open to the public.

The park also contains numerous works of art on the theme of sports.


Baron Pierre de Coubertin was the founder of the modern Olympic Games. Inspired by the ancient Olympic Games held in Olympia, Greece, which ended in 393 AD, Frenchman Pierre de Coubertin decided to pursue his project to revive the Olympic Games. He first presented the idea in 1894, and the first games took place in Athens, Greece in 1896. There is a statue of him at the entrance.

Pierre de Coubertin

The Olympic motto is ‘Citius-Altius-Fortius’. The three Latin words translate to ‘Faster-Higher-Stronger’ in English. Pierre de Coubertin adopted it as the Olympic motto after hearing them in a school sporting event where a Dominican priest Henri Didon first uttered the words. The word Communiter (Together) was added in 2021 by the International Olympic Committee to recognize the unifying power of sports and the importance of solidarity.

The museum was full of interesting facts, lots of memorabilia from athletes around the world, and several interesting exhibitions about the history of the games.

Upon leaving the museum, we headed back to the lake. There we found another flower clock, but not nearly as impressive as the one in Geneva.

We also passed some more fountains.

and this fun one.

We then took the metro back into the center of town and walked around more now that we did not have to deal with the rain. We passed so many great shopping districts, similar to those in Geneva with the full array of options and price variety. But the shop signs were particularly fun.

We headed to the Eglise Saint-François, part of the Franciscan convent built around 1270.

Eglise Saint-François

We had dinner nearby at Pinte Besson. Founded in 1780, the Pinte Besson is the oldest active restaurant in Lausanne and one of the ten oldest pubs in Europe.

We chose to to eat very Swiss: cheese fondu.

The next morning we embarked on an adventure. We took the train to the town of Montreux where we caught a panoramic train up the mountain to Les Roches-de-Naye.

Before even leaving the station we were amused by something we had never seen before: a train wash with sprayers and brushes just like a car wash.

The train from Montreux begins to climb steeply almost as soon as it leaves the station and enters the first of many tunnels. The line changes direction by a series of minimum radius curves, views of Lake Geneva alternating from side to side. It makes about a dozen stops before reaching the final station at Roches-de-Naye. The line is 6.4 miles long and has a vertical climb of 5,167 ft. The line uses track of  2 ft 7 in gauge and the rack and pinion system.

Once at the summit we were treated to stunning views of Lake Geneva.

and the distant Alps.

We were impressed that the train tunnels were covered in sod so they blend into the scene.

We hiked around from hilltop to hilltop for views of every different angle.

Then we headed back to the Roches-de-Naye station and caught the train back down.

On the way we passed a mountain seen through the train window

that if you look closely, climbers can be seen on the side.

We decided to hop off the train at the Haut-de-Caux stop. Homes and resorts can be seen dotting the landscape.

We had lunch at a local hotel restaurant.

No lunch is complete without wine and cheese

and of course stunning views.

After lunch we flagged down the train; they only stop on request from within or without.

Once back in Montreux we walked off lunch along the lakefront. Montreux is much more touristy than Lausanne. Like the other towns on the lake, there are numerous large hotels along the banks.

But what is particularly notable are the many palm trees growing here, which indicates a much milder climate than most of Switzerland.

Where else in the world can you see palm trees and snowcapped mountains at the same time?

All along the lakeside promenade are planted flowers, amazingly still blooming despite the lateness of the season.

and periodically, sculptures

The sculpture most surprising to us was that of Freddie Mercury facing the lake.

Freddie Mercury settled in Montreux where Queen, the group, had bought a Mountain Recording Studio and where he learnt to appreciate the peace and quiet. While living in Montreux he recorded six albums with Queen, including “Made in Heaven”.  In memory of his presence, Freddie Mercury’s bronze statue has stood on the lakeside promenade since 1996.

Mountain Studios was a commercial recording studio founded in 1975 within the Montreux Casino. The studio was under the ownership of Queen from 1979 until 2013, after which it became the charity museum/exhibition.

Montreux is also known for a jazz festival every July. The large performance stage stands behind the statue of Freddie Mercury.

In addition, further along is Chillon Castle, an island medieval castle on the lake. Chillon is amongst the most visited medieval castles in  Switzerland, but alas, we were too tired to go the extra distance.

Once back in Lausanne we dragged our tired selves to Street Cellar, a pub in the nightlife district, where we had an amazingly delicious meal.