Zurich Trip
Zurich Airport has opened its new Terminal B on December 1. The Swiss company has used the event to reveal the innovations that led to the platform in parallel. It opens the D lounge in the non-Schengen space to relax and work is for First and Business Class passengers as well as SWISS customers who have a special status as part of their loyalty program. Business Class for its customers, it also makes available an exclusive shuttle service for transfers between the aircraft and the terminal. Since December 1, Swiss offers a new airport lounge, the lounge D, its First and Business Class passengers staying in the non-Schengen Terminal B. It is located just behind the passport control station where the passengers were high-class priority queues. The lounge offers a space of 650 m² light relaxation and work with Business and First Class passengers and holders of loyalty cards Miles The Museum Bellerive in hotel zurich offers from now until April 9th an exhibition dedicated to the intoxicating fragrance and light that we love our ward. Bottles, boxes, posters, advertisements .. Nothing has been left unturned in this exhibition beautifully presented. You can exercise your sense of smell, discover the different notes of head and heart, to admire true works of art and delve into your memories as a teenager before the huge showcase of miniatures. Only downside: no (or little) an explanation of the different flavors and history. It may therefore be interesting to attend a guided tour or conference if you want to learn more. Exhibition of the famous Swiss painter Alois Hüppin to Seedamm Plaza Pfäffikon of 12/14/2011 to 13/03/2012. Opening reception with cocktails Wednesday, December 14th from 19h to 20h30. More information about http://www.seedamm-plaza.ch. The 2011 edition of the oldest Christmas market opens today in Zurich Niederdorf. Until December 23, from Mon to Sun from 11h to 20h, on Sat from 11h to 18h. Closed on 11.12. All site content, particularly text and photographs are the exclusive property of the author. Site Content may be modified, copied, distributed, reproduced, republished, uploaded, posted, published, transmitted or sold in any form or by any means in whole or in part without the written consent prior Greetings from Zurich. Any use of this site or its contents other than as specifically authorized is strictly prohibited and will result in prosecution under the laws on intellectual property and communications. As be a do to of the StartupBus Europe lapsus linguae this week, we were treated to a trekking of Google After visiting the prestigious University EPFL and tasted the famous Cailler chocolate, we had the chance to All my childhood I saw my father in the kitchen, lovingly simmering stews, blanquettes, kidney, cod and other guts of Biscay to the mode de Caen. Ginette Mathiot was for me the ideal woman. "I know how to cook" she defied me on the cover. She even had the nerve to blow the entire planet in a frying pan, in heels and flowered apron. She promised to teach me 600 easy recipes from 49 countries "while staying at home". What a tantalizing prospect. The modern woman knows all the world, but remains at home in her kitchen. It is because of her that I landed at 16 in the kitchens of Lausanne Palace. A week to kill trout by crushing their heads on the edge of a stainless steel counter, a week to cut tons of onions for a soup dinner, a week to 10 pounds of mayonnaise at once in a giant mixer worthy of Star Trek. While the second basement, no windows. Home cooking and the promise of Ginette were far, far away. As far as the kitchen of the above, that of the establishment, where one has already chopped ingredients artistically on plates elegant. Those at the top were the artists who paint the canvas with rifle carved peppers, mushrooms duxelle, carrot, julienned, peeled shrimp, sliced chicken. The lower ones were the little hands that prepare pigments for teachers. That cut, who kill, who mourn, who sweat. As a teenager, I saw my mother received a monthly catalog mail Yves Rocher. Lots of little good to cut, paste into the boxes to order, as Gomet in an album. Thousands of gifts for any purchase of any lipstick. Promises of eternal beauty, miracle creams. Entire product lines declined from lilac or honeysuckle. A real little girl's dream. I pestered my mother for years it takes me to the source of all this magic, I mean the Yves Rocher factory in Britain. As Charlie, who dreams to meet the Chocolate Factory Willy Wonka, I dreamed of meeting with Yves Rocher in his factory. I imagined him walking around in a boat on a river of golden toilet water, commanding a gesture many dwarf busy shaping hand soaps and lipsticks. But Yves did not exist, heavy machinery and noisy and disturbing nothing like dwarves to malicious. The huge bag of samples is not enough to make me keep the faith. After pressing the last small packet of sample day cream and finished the last mini soap, the desire to be increased beautician. Young adult, I wrote, and still writing. First, I wanted to be a writer, but it contains too many words, a book, and I was eager to succeed. I tried my skill on the news. I even won a prize for writing again. A trip to Zurich by plane to visit the studios of TV. With the cafeteria meals. I was so proud. Then my father, two sauce bases, suggested to me journalism. "For you who love short, you will be served," he told me. "Your editor always cut half of your texts." At uni, I learned the hard way that the reporter did not base his opinion. He recounted the facts concisely. Very concise, well, if possible. A few years ago, I dreamed of working for the backpacker's guide, and test an eye on hotels, restaurants, museums around the world.