After a couple of weeks away from blogging, I’m happy to be back with some more pictures to share with you. These are from Davos, a town in the mountains of Eastern Switzerland that was once famous as a tuberculosis health resort and still draws lots of outdoor enthusiasts. We visited in the very last week of the ski season, when just a couple of the six runs were open, but that was enough for a few days. (I do not ski, so my husband and son enjoyed the slopes while I walked around and relaxed.)
We stayed in the Youth Hostel, located in a former sanatorium up on a hillside with a wonderful view. It was eerily empty, but that gave us lots of peace and quiet. We had an excellent four-bed dormitory room to ourselves, with our own bathroom and a large balcony that would have been lovely if the sun had been shining more. As it was, it was too cold to sit long outside, and I was extra glad not to be a tuberculosis patient.
I spent some time in the Kirchner Museum, dedicated to the expressionist painter Ernst Kirchner, who spent the later part of his life in Davos. I really enjoyed the one room of his work, which included wooden sculptures, drawings, and photographs as well as paintings — but most of the boxlike modern one-floor exhibit space was devoted to an exhibition of works by another, contemporary Swiss artist that were incredibly hideous and depressing. I wish the balance had been the other way around.
There was not much to do in the town, particularly as restaurants were not open, so I visited a few shops, ate takeout food, and ducked into some churches to warm up — there were lots to choose from.
The last church I visited was the Protestant Reform Church of St. Johann, parts of which date back 700 years. It featured a beautiful apse with early-modern stained glass windows by local artist Augusto Giacometti.
I was happy to have a chance to visit this special spot, and I hope to return one day when there is more human activity and a bit more sun! The bookish connections are also manifold — I especially want to read Thomas Mann’s novel The Magic Mountain, inspired by a stay in Davos, which should make it even more meaningful.
What is your favorite mountain getaway, in literature or real life?