Warning: This post is going to be picture heavy.
I didn’t have a plan for Wednesday. It was going to be our last full day in Basel, and I figured G would sleep pretty late from being up so late on Tuesday night. I was right, and she once again slept too late to have breakfast at the hotel. So we headed to Starbucks again. Side note: I kept seeing people walking around with lovely looking pastries that definitely weren’t in Starbucks bags, but I didn’t ever see any of those little cafés. I will have to investigate further when we move.
Instead of milk in a straw cup, G got milk in a coffee cup, just like Mama:
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G slept too late for hotel breakfast again today (her sleep is on the same cycle as at home, but the hours are shifted way off), so we walked to @starbucks. The barista decorated her cup quite nicely! ☺❤❤ #lavieve #latergram #starbucks #switzerlandprep #basel #starbuckscupnamechronicles
And here’s a picture of my 7.70 CHF grande hot chocolate. That’s somewhere around $8, plus tax. Needless to say, Starbucks will not be much in our budget once we move.
I bought G a yogurt cup with mixed berries, but she wouldn’t eat it. European yogurt, as far as I can tell, is unsweetened. I was hoping that the berries would entice her, but it was just still too tart. I’m going to have to do some searching at grocery stores or experiment with sugar and honey to properly sweeten yogurt while we’re overseas. It’s one of her favorites at home, so I would hate for her to not eat it for 2 years!
After breakfast, we headed for City Hall. It’s kind of impressive.
Peoria was settled in 1680 and wasn’t incorporated until 1835, so… It’s just nuts to me to be allowed to touch things that are so old! Our city hall at home is also red, though, so I guess it’s pretty much the same, right?
G wanted to go inside (she had been wanting to go inside all the buildings the whole trip and Andy and I kept telling her no). Since it was business hours and this a public works building, I figured we could try and see what happened. I was not expecting all this.
It was just so ornate! All the interior walls of the courtyard were painted with murals. There were statues and fountains and gilded carvings everywhere.
After city hall, I thought we could walk back down to the Rhine, even though it was too chilly for G to swim in the river like she kept asking. Everywhere we had been in Basel so far had been on the same side of the river, so I decided to walk across the bridge and get a look at “our part” of town.
Half-way across the bridge, I found this… I’m not sure what it was originally. But it’s pretty and apparently people put locks on it, which is near and dear to my heart because of a friend’s engagement story.
Walking back into the part of town I was more familiar with, we came upon this photo booth. “Toothless!” G exclaimed. She had to get out of the stroller and investigate more closely.
Then, because I’m a sucker, I let her get her picture taken in the photo booth. It was supposed to cost 2 CHF, but the machine didn’t give me change from my 5 CHF coin. (Yes, in Switzerland, all currency less than 10 CHF comes in coin form. Pocket change can be worth a whole lot more that way!) Oh well. G was very excited about her picture, regardless of the cost. Worth it.
When I finally dragged G away from Toothless, we went to check out this crazy fountain I had spotted a couple of days earlier.
G amused herself by running around the fountain like a crazy girl and asking 700 times if she could play in it.
The only way I got her to agree to take this picture with me was by letting her roll up her sleeves and splash in the fountain for a couple of minutes. (Not pictured, her sleeves that still managed to end up soaking wet.)
After nap time, and after Andy got home from work, we walked back into the square to have dinner at Papa Joe’s American Restaurant & Caribbean Bar, which is where I learned how the Swiss think we Americans eat and drink.
Look at all this ice they gave me, though! Two whole cubes, hahaha!
All in all, a great last night in Basel.