I have an imaginary friend who loves to lie in bed and ramble on about his past, he’s called Marcel Proust, and an imaginary foe who bores me to death, he’s called Charles Foster Kane. Tonight, they both inspired me to bother you with this sequel, some kind of photographic rambling on, a post photum rather than a post scriptum, but there were still pictures from my past, of my mind’s Swiss materialization that I hadn’t yet shown you. The selection has no theme, it’s just a potpourri of my favourite places, happy memories, eclectically put together subjects of beauty, just like all the stuff that this rosebud fanatic Mr Kane had put together at Xanadu, you are familiar with Citizen Kane, aren’t you? I never understood this film, really, call me a cinephobic if you must, but as far as Mr Kane’s sense for beauty and idyllic magnificence goes, this I get. Judge for yourselves.
Ah now I’m longing for a trip to Zurich more than ever. There’s so much I still need to explore and I didn’t see the sunrise or sunset which you so magnificently captured. In the meantime, thank you for these incredible photos. The text has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read too, even if you don’t like Citizen Kane. At least you like Proust though so perhaps one day we can watch the film together and I’ll make us some madeleines decorated with rosebuds.
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That sounds like a perfect plan, Emily!
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