The next morning I woke up to the sounds of the old town clock chiming, which happens each hour adding to the traditional town mood and also helped drag my relaxed self out of bed.
As I wandered through the cobbled streets I admired the intricate details that fill each and every corner.
One of my favourites was this beautiful building with it’s use of contrasting colours.
The façade had timber beam panels that wrap around the exterior in a burnt orange tone with hand painted ivy trailing in the gaps.
The next building to catch my eye was this fresh white beauty with limestone details and pretty wisteria sprawled across.
The Swiss are exceptionally proud of their country and flags adorned many streets.
A very special building we passed was actually where our friend got married many years ago in Zofingen town.
Whilst strolling through I heard music singing and turned to see a timber opening with wooden toys dancing and singing on a rotating platform.
The wooden toys came out to perform each hour when the clock struck.
Zofingen is so quiet and served as a massive contrast to the hectic streets of London. People rode by on bicycles greeting us as they passed. Families walked by enjoying ice creams despite the rainy weather. Time away from the hustle and bustle of the city is just what is needed sometimes, and opened my eyes to the striking surroundings we were fortunate enough to be in.
Each building with its contrasting exterior and shutters kept my heart throbbing.
I couldn’t help but stop by the fountain for few touristy shots. I was too busy posing that I forgot to throw my coins into the fountain and make a wish.
So decided to take as many family fountain snaps as possible instead.
Following one of the bordering countries cuisines we opted for dinner at an Italian restaurant. Pizzeria Kirchplatz La Lupa was completely packed and as we all know that’s usually a good sign. The staff were very friendly and were all of Italian decent, after a few exchanges they instantly loved my Dad’s Italian presence.
The restaurant was a charming little space with timber beams clad across the interior and an open kitchen to watch the chefs create their dishes.
We started with a house mixed salad and locally sourced white vino recommended by our waiter.
Next up, we indulged in a gigantic thin crust pizza each.
I chose the mascarpone and Parma ham pizza; the thin base was perfectly gooey and impossible to leave any behind. Apparently it’s rude to waste food and I take manners very seriously.
Pulling my most charming face I went to join the chef and see how he made his base so incredible.
The chef happily obliged to my paparazzi ways and we had a good giggle as he demonstrated his technique.
Lastly we enjoyed a variety of gelatos and espressos. The waiter chatted away in Italian to my father and requested I took a photo of both of them before we left.
We felt totally satisfied after a scrumptious meal with exceptional service and company.
Rolling home tended to be a regular occurrence on this trip, we headed back through our fairytale town and admired the deep blue sky one last time.
Sadly we waved goodbye to the postcard view the next day and ventured home after a relaxed and inspiring trip.
