After the satisfying lunch of burgers, it was time to walk off the calories and indulge in some window shopping around the area. The shopping zone is bordered by Rue Centrale on the north, the Grand Pont to the west, the Pont Bressières on the east and Place St-François on the south.
“Get your maps out and mark out the area,” I said. Knowing full well that GC and QS will soon embark on some brand name hunt, I have better make sure they don’t get lost.
“We will meet you up at the Olympic Museum in two hours time,” chipped in the wife. We are off towards sightseeing rather than window shopping.
I can’t highlight how much the topography of Lausanne is in real life as compared to the one on the tourist map. If you remembered the previous post where I showed you Pont Bressières and the Metro beneath it? I went one further and took a photo from below looking upwards.
Be prepared to do a lot of walking, either upwards or downwards.
These photos will give you a rough idea as to what you will be facing when you walk around Lausanne. Unfortunately, the shopping area is off limits to cars, so don’t try to sneak one in!
Having seen Pont Bressières, it was time to show you the other famous bridge — Grand Pont. Both bridges have their own Metro station so if you intend to continue with shopping, just hope onto either one and they will get you to either end, easy peasy lemon squeezy.
“This is great weather, much like home,” quipped the wife.
“Yes, I hope it stays like this throughout our trip!”
We hopped onto the Metro to take us to Délices. We are going on some museum trip. I know I know, I mentioned how much I detest museums after the last Europe tour, but these are different, these come free.
If you’re buying the Swiss Pass, make sure you check out the 400 museums that the Pass covers.
“Yes, with the Swiss Pass.”
Our first stop was the Musée de l’Élysée. Unlike the name, it has nothing to do with Paris. Lausanne is, after all, a French speaking part of Switzerland. This museum is a photography gallery. And like all other galleries, cameras are not allowed inside.
“Well, at least we can appreciate photos rather than contemporary art,” I joked.
Tip: Musée de l’Élysée is connected to the Olympic Museum via the gardens behind the museum.
We also had a surprise when the rest of the family joined us here. It seems that their hunt for branded items came up short, things were way to expensive here and not worth the effort. What to do? Switzerland is famous for its sights, not its wares. Unless you count Swiss Cheese, Swiss watches and maybe so authentic Swiss Wines.
“How can you forget chocolates?” snapped QS. Yes, and chocolates too.
Unfortunately, our next museum, the Olympic Museum was still under renovation (at the time of visit, I think they are opened now or in 2014). So part of the temporary museum was moved towards a boat docked on Lake Geneva. The only things on display were the relay torches and the medals. As for history, there were a couple of biographies of notable sportsmen and sportswomen.
We continued with a short stroll along the lakeside. It was really hot, most of us have finished our bottle of water and there were no refills to be found. The sun was shining down and for the first time, we were feeling sweaty.
“Keep it up, we’re going to get some gelato!” I said.
“Gelato? Where?” answered the wife, as she looked around.
On one side, we were surrounded by the lake and on the other, a stretch of road. There were no shops around. I pointed towards a queue forming in front of a shack. Looks like everyone found what they were looking for.
We stood in front of Veneta, a small white colour wooden shack, and paused. There were just too many choices. We were so close to tasting sweet sweet victory and the stumbling block came in the form of the menu. It wasn’t in French so you can’t blame our ignorance. Don’t believe me?
In the end, we settled on six different tastes which I have forgotten, I think I chose Fruits du Soleil.
“The Swiss are very very lucky,” Dad said.
“Yes they are,” Mom joined in.
In case you were wondering what we were referring to. The people in Lausanne could always come to the lakefront whenever they wanted. Get themselves a cone of ice cream and sit down to enjoy this.
“This?” the wife asked? “What is THIS?”
“Blue skies, green shades, calm waters and and and,” I stammered.