When we opened our shipping, our once home packed up and made cardboard if not destitute, there was a cloud of memories ushered in by the quick scent of the tropics, its musky odour in everything. It wasn't mildew exactly, more captured humidity caught in the fibres like the mosquito who rushed out, given freedom and then no doubt shock to find itself suddenly here. I know the feeling.
It's been great to have our tropical world join us here in our wee Swiss hamlet and it seems to have merged okay. I'm amazed our Japanese Phoenix made it without losing a wooden feather and musky belongings aside the Vietnamese packers did an amazing job.
So we are still settling in. Our necessarily minimal apartment now has clutter but hopefully character too. Below, painted on to a cliff face a cycle ride away from us, are shields depicting significant Kantonal events. And then one of us, on a wet visit to Zurich.
