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aside from taking pictures of the lovely scenery and all, which everyone does, i always like to grab some images of things that look memorable in other ways...



in some areas of the country, the average weight is a little higher than normal. so they've apparently adjusted the bathroom icon to make people feel a little better. 


just after walking through this door, i was given protective goggles to wear, because the areas that we'd be looking at included one where bottles had been known to randomly blow up. also, i was told i couldn't take pictures, because the work involved potentially explosive levels of ethanol. they apparently have odd standards for "friendly". 


this banner depicts the legend of the town of st. gallen, which apparently involves a monk whose companion was a bear. i believe the large panel in the middle depicts the point at which the bear realised that he was a lot bigger and stronger and head gnarly claws and teeth and decided to kill and eat the monk while he was praying. i believe the town motto is "just don't mess with bears". 


at least they gave the saviour top billing...


i'd rate him as more than 3 stars.


the two often go together.


these signs are ubiquitous throughout the country. apparently in switzerland, it is strictly forbidden to blue.


i was told it reads "this way to slug heaven", which coincidentally, is also one of my personal hells. 


this sign has no business on the inside of the door of the women's toilet.


i fell behind our group taking this photo and when i caught up and explained i'd been trying to get a shot of the leprechaun, no one knew what the heck i was talking about. so it was about normal for me. 


the elevator panel from a building in zurich. i was too scared to find out if going to floor -1 would send me to an alternate dimension. 


shop sign of the only person in switzerland who is not uncomfortably obsessed with time. 


no, this isn't creepy at all. moving on...


the forest sprites apparently have the fashion sense of florida seniors...



"thank wotan it's friday" is a big deal in appenzell, apparently...


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