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As a regular long-distance train traveller in Europe, I have to say that the opposite is true.
High speed rail is destroying the most valuable alternative to the airplane; the "low speed" rail network that has been in service for decades.
Marcelin Dumoulin, a 40-year-old shoemaker, and his wife Francine, 37, left their village in Chandolin, Switzerland to milk their cows in a meadow. Now 86, their eldest daughter Monique told how the mystery had cast a shadow over her life. Our family was separated left and right, it was a disaster to have no parents.'We were not necessarily treated how we should have been.
Speaking from her home in Swizerland, she said: 'They had gone to the fields to tend to the cows.'They told me they would return later in the evening or possibly the following day if they were too tired. My father hugged me.' Search: Marceline Udry-Dumoulin, left, and her sister Monique Gautschy-Dumoulin, right, are the daughters of a couple whose remains were found perfectly preserved in a receding glacier 75 years after they vanished The following morning, Monique, who was becoming increasingly concerned, left the house to ask neighbours if they had seen them.'I went to a friend's on the edge of the village to see if she had seen them returning.'When she said she hadn't, I started crying. We were sent to work in gardens, fields, vineyards.
The next time you have mac n’ cheese, you may find yourself screaming at how pathetic they are in compared to spaetzle.
Their funeral will take place on Saturday, Monique said, adding that she 'would love to see them before then, just to embrace them.'The head of the resort, Bernard Tschannen, said that the bodies were found last Thursday.
They were discovered by the Tsanfleuron glacier at an altitude of 2,615m.
Bavarian food is the guy at the gym in the tiny muscle tee who’s lifting weights so heavy, the veins in his neck and head (and other parts of the body that you didn’t even know HAD veins) start to pop out. It crumples the delicate-by-comparison culinary offerings of Spain, Italy, and France like tiny little Fiats and Peugots in its path. Every other fare will simply hide in the corner of your stomach, petrified at the sheer awesomeness of the brew that resides in there with it, and it will never get digested. I’m not talking about the ones you get at the mall or the movie theater, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. They are handed over in giant wooden baskets along with a few steins of beer and a grunt.
It is rich and doughy and filling and is the only thing on the planet that can soak up German beer. Real Bavarian pretzels are hearty, doughy twists of bravado, studded with salt. They are not served in delicate little paper sleeves.