When you ask Berners how their summer is going, they invariably refer to the number of times they have been in the Aare, the fast-flowing emerald river that passes through the heart of Switzerland’s capital city. Even just the mere glimpse of it from a passing train can cleanse the hardened soul of a transplanted New Yorker such as myself.
In the colder, grayer months, Bern seems like other cities, and you often forget that the river even exists. But in the summer, when the Aare glitters like a sumptuous jewel against the snow-capped Alps, Bern seems like a fitting read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com