Postcard from Montreux

September 2009 – “Lakeside Promenade Fleuri”

I am sitting here on a bench overlooking Lake Geneva in the lakeside town of Montreux. Whenever I hear that name it makes me smile and remember a band from my youth, Deep Purple, and their song “Smoke on the Water”.

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time…

The lead singer Ian Gillan was one of only two posters on my bedroom wall when I was a teenager. The other was Robert Plant. It was a very small bedroom.

It is mid-afternoon and the sun is shining on me, though the other side of the lake is shrouded in mist and I can only see vague outlines of the stunning mountains that I know are there. I am on my own at the moment as my husband is still at a conference in Geneva where we have been for the past week. I had decided that after the conference in Geneva we should extend our stay in Switzerland to celebrate my birthday and wedding anniversary in Montreux in a romantic old hotel on the lakeside.

The Hotel Eden Palace au Lac – an old lady right on the lakeside. Cheaper than some of the more modern hotels and a little faded gem. There are no buildings in front of us so our room overlooks the lake. The views will be impressive if the fog lifts. I hope it does before we leave on Tuesday.  It is a tiny bedroom with a disproportionately large chandelier, but it does have a petite balcony with a table and two chairs so we can sit outside and the bathroom has definitely seen better days and is quite a squeeze, but the room is clean which is my main concern. (Our room is behind the letter L in Palace)

After checking in this afternoon I came down to the promenade that runs for 10km along the shore of Lake Geneva, from Vevey to the Château de Chillon. This path is lined with palm trees and exotic flowers, while the magnificent views extend across the lake to the Alps and into Savoy. Have I mentioned the fog? I can’t really see much of the mountains, but I can sense their presence all around me.

I  wandered along the promenade for a short distance taking photos of the flowers and then I returned to the hotel and found this bench on which to sit and do a bit of people watching. Waves gently lap against the rock wall. The lake is very smooth. Sparrows twitter in the bushes nearby. I am writing in my travel journal to note down the vast assortment of Mediterranean and unusual plants along these raised beds. There are some I can name like fennel, parsley and artichokes as well as begonias, fuchsias, New Guinea Impatiens, Solanum, Amaranthus (foxtails, love-lies-bleeding) something that looks like dark purple kale, a pale apricot hibiscus, several Abutilon and very pretty grasses and some shrubs. Many I haven’t seen before. All these are within about ½ kilometre of the hotel! I haven’t yet seen a boat on the lake, but a skein of geese has just flown overhead, barely skimming the water, honking as they always do.

While I am writing a young father with his small daughter, who was walking along the wall, holding his hand as young children do, stopped suddenly in front of me insistent they turn back to the “Foxtails” so she could stroke them. I smiled. Young mothers are a constant stream along here as it is nice and flat and they all have expensive looking three-wheeler strollers: the women look as though they have stepped out of a fashion magazine. How do European women always look so chic? One in particular catches my eye with her long straight blonde hair neatly held off her face with a black velvet hair band, wearing a below the knee gold and black coat over black bootleg trousers and black shoes with 4” heels. She looks immaculate and I sigh. I never looked like that when I was a young mother.

The teens are still wearing the uniform of narrow jeans, trainers or baseball boots, tight T-shirts or hooded sweatshirts that I recall from when I lived in Geneva several decades ago. Their feet always look so big in those baseball boots. All are skinny. No fat people here. What is their secret? No fast food chains? The fact that most of the adults smoke?

Also so many wheelchairs. Apart from all the strollers, wheelchairs are the most popular form of transport along this promenade. There must be a nursing home or two nearby. Some of the chairs are being pushed by women in tunics. What a lovely place to be brought out to each day – to enjoy the flowers and look at the lake and its views – and breathe in the fresh air. Of course there are the usual scooters and bikes, scooters being the favourite with the younger children. A couple of twenty-somethings just went by on roller blades. It has been a long time since I saw those.

Now as the afternoon moves into the evening, young couples appear. Arm in arm with sweaters casually draped over their shoulders as only Europeans can carry off successfully. One such couple are wearing blue denim jeans and tight black sweaters, walking with arms entwined.  On the grass a small group of young men linger, all wearing blue jeans and white T-shirts with various slogans; a group of giggly girls with designer handbags and painted nails, eat their Mövenpick ice-creams bought from the kiosk around the corner slyly throwing glances towards the men.

Occasionally the quiet is disturbed by tourists arriving and dragging their wheeled cases along the path towards their hotel. Several pass by carrying heavy-looking backpacks and wearing hiking boots. Meanwhile the ferry boats ‘poop’ their way between Montreux and Chillon. Mostly diesel boats, but an occasional Belle Epoque steamer. Little fishing boats move out into the now golden water, a pair of rowers glide over the surface in perfect time with each other. A water skier shows off his moves and the speed boat creates a large wash, its heavy metal music disturbing the peace.

Time now to put away my notebook and pen. It is getting late and the sun will be setting soon. I have to go and meet my husband at the station and show him the way to the hotel. I won’t take him the route I used as there were too many steps. I am looking forward to a meal at Le Palais Oriental which is just below our hotel. I love Indian food and I am getting very hungry.

Ciao, ciao – I’ll write again soon xx

~wander.essence~ Prose

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I have lived in the UK for most of my life, but when young I definitely had wanderlust and even ended up living in South Africa for several years which was a wonderful experience. I now look forward to a long and leisurely retirement doing what I like most - gardening, photography, walking and travelling.

41 thoughts on “Postcard from Montreux”

  1. Oh, fab….reading this, I am transported to that lakeside…. You either have a fantastic memory, or write copious notes, Jude!

    1. These observations were from notes written in my travel journal as mentioned. I used to do that a lot at one time. Got a couple more bits that I might be able to create a post from.

  2. I feel like I’m sitting right there with you, Jude, immersed in blooms and people-watching and water shenanigans. The whole place looks and sounds so lovely it seems magical. I love how you describe the clothing worn by stylish Europeans. I hate to remember how utterly NOT stylish I was when I was a mother with small children. Even when traveling without children, I often opt for comfort over style. You’re right that Europeans pull off stylishness with seemingly no effort. I can always spot an American in their midst from a mile away!

    I’ll be happy to link this lovely post to my next prose post on August 28. This will be my last linking up before leaving for the Camino!

      1. I know, it’s less than 3 weeks now! I won’t really be taking a blogging break, because I’ve scheduled posts for the whole time I’m gone. However, I won’t be able to link anyone up; it’s also unlikely I’ll have time to follow anyone! I’ll have to play catch-up when I return; that will keep me occupied over the long cold winter. 🙂

        1. Don’t mention winter! Already I am having withdrawal symptoms because the weather has changed and is much more changeable and also it is dark by 21:30. I so love those late summer evenings!

  3. I’m very grateful for your excellent note-taking here Jude. You’ve woven the photos together so beautifully; I almost feel that I’m there too. “Smoke on the Water”was the first thing my son learned to play on guitar (well THAT riff at least). For me the song will always take me back to my brother’s wedding in London. Towards the end of the evening the kid asked the band if he could play with them. Amazingly, the lovely professional musicians agreed, and not only handed over a very expensive Gibson guitar to an 8 year old, but played and sang along with him as he proudly showed off his skill at playing that one riff. 😂😂

    1. So glad this brought back good memories for you. The OH tells me that a lot of music shops ban people from trying out their guitars by playing THAT riff and also House of the Rising Sun!

  4. A long piece for you, Jude, and I think you’ve got most of us scheming how we can get into a retirement home there. It sounds fabulous and your lake photos are a dream 😃😃

  5. So beautifully descriptive jude, I can picture you admiring the flowers and designer dressed locals. People watching is a joy especially in another country. Mist covered mountains have a certain magic don’t they.

    1. I love mountains. I think that is why I loved Cape Town and also Vancouver. Being close to the sea and mountains is where I feel I belong. Sadly not much in the way of mountains here in Cornwall 🙂

  6. That was so evocative! I was almost there.

    I had similar posters, but my bedroom must have been bigger than yours because I had more than two. However, my mother wouldn’t let me pin them up individually because I would make too many holes in the wall, so I had a length of wallpaper pinned up horizontally and the posters stuck to that! It looked terrible, but I didn’t care. I cut them out of the Jackie.

    1. My bedroom was a tiny box room! But I did manage to persuade my mother to move from painting it ‘Dawn Pink’ to having a purple wall and the other walls a dark yellow – wallpapered!

  7. Jude I enjoyed every bit of this and felt like I was there. The plants, the people and the view are all so beautifully described and the hotel is just the kind I’d choose. A lovely read with my breakfast!

  8. oh this is wonderful Jude, thank you so much for sharing from your travel journal. You have inspired me to did mine out and re-write one of the posts I have drafted for pink September.

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