On our last morning in Switzerland, we got up and out to visit with the cows again.
Soon we hopped in the car and headed to Solothurn, Switzerland.
This is another fairy tale place for me. It's where my grandpa was born, baptized, and lived before coming to the United States when he was seven. It's a medieval city, surrounded by a stone wall. It's absolutely beautiful.
Dark and fuzzy, this picture shows us in front of his home. Riedholzplatz Nr. 24.
Those beautiful cobble stone streets made my heart go pitter patter.
Aunt Lizzy told a story of how Grandpa went missing one time when he was only two or three. Scared, his mother and her dress-making employees spread out and searched the town. One of them found him in a fountain playing. Every time we passed a fountain I had to wonder if it happened to be the one he enjoyed playing within. There are many fountains in Solothurn; he had lots to choose from!
The front gate:
A picture from below of the wall, just to really show how daring Grandpa was. I wonder if Ian has some of that in his blood, too, come to think of it!
Before we made our way out of Solothurn, we had to get some ice cream for lunch!! We were on vacation, so why not :)
Farewell, Switzerland, until we meet again!