Arrival was inauspicious. Carting large suitcases (mostly full of my books) from plane to train to landlord's sister's car to third floor flat was not exactly fun we managed it. Switzerland exactly as I remember: clean, fresh and smooth running. Made the same mistake as last time of taking residence in the first class carriage with second class tickets, resulting in us having to negotiate carting A, our cases and all our stuff through three first class carriages and the buffet car. We also had a run in with a slightly insistent Chinese guy who did not want F anywhere near his case. Landlord's sister met us as St Gallen station (though we did not find her straightaway) and whisked us off to the apartment 2 or 3 minutes away. Apparently there is a festival of some kind going on, and the old town has many expensive shops. This fact I do not doubt.
It was getting dark by the time we got settled and managed to drink tea and eat our last houmous wraps. Very pleased with apartment: clean, warm and spacious. Time to crash.
