French Border - Somewhere on the Left. German Border - Somewhere on the right
Swiss - From where the photo was taken.
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As the weekend approached, my hits to wikipedia increased in order to find some place to visit. Bad weather and worse weather forecast had already limited our options. So, when two colleagues of mine(both girls by the way) took pity on me (Being new to the place!) and asked me to join them and a senior German colleague on their trip to Basel, I was relieved and excited at the same time. For starters, the city of Basel stands where the French, German and Swiss borders exist. Sounds Great...I thought. The pictures on wikipedia increased our expectations.
So, we started around 10:30 in the morning with atypical swiss efficiency. Our German friend(hereby called Kurt) came in his car and we boarded. The journey took little less than an hour. Kurt was concentrating hard while driving and we had to ask a couple of times, whats the matter.
Us: What is the matter, Kurt. Why are you so silent. Here, have a sandwich.
Kurt: Umm, I am watching the traffic.
Us: You have been to India, and you are saying this is traffic. There are hardly any cars on the road!!
Just a smile in return.
We parked the vehicle and decided to explore the city. Oh sorry, Did I say 'We'. Before I could ask our good friend Kurt about the places to see and visit, the girls jumped in-
'Hey Kurt, where can we do shopping here?'
Gayi bhains paani mein. I thought in Hindi. I am 200% sure, Kurt thought the same in German.
But a patient and optimistic friend that Kurt is, he asked for the directions from an old lady.
We came to know that a good shopping street is just round the corner, to girls delight and our plight. To keep a long story short, hardly a shop was spared. Watches were the hottest commodity as we went from one brand to another (Fossil, Swatch, Tissot, DKNY and god knows what!!). 'Can we go inside' was switched to 'Lets go inside'. Next in line were clothes, jewellery, Perfumes in no particular order. They had our (Me and Kurt) mute approval of exploring every shop. We smelled perfumes to check if a guy will like it (for Presents). We gave our Go-No-Go for watches, if a guy will like it.
Ye dukkan achha nahi hai.
Isme mazza nahi aaya hai
Ye wali mast lag rahi hai. Ander Chalein?
Isme bhi kuch nahi hai yaar!!
Ye wali achhi thi.
Arre Samne DKNY ka showroom hai. Chal dekh kar aate hai.
Ye ghadi kaisi lag rahi hai. Pata nahi usse pasand aayegi ya nahi.
We were bombarded with these quite frequently as me and Kurt spent time talking and drinking Coffee. (The girls actually asked us to go and sit somewhere while they explore another shop!!).
Par ek baat to sach hai, when girls go on shopping, time ka to pata hi nahi chalta. This was no exception. We only managed to see an old church (which was rather quite old) and it was grand as most churches are.
But to our credit, we were patient and it did not pay. Soon it was evening and time to return. We did took snaps as souvenirs and the name of the place went to a category in the diary as 'Also went...'
For Girls, Shopping is a journey, not a destination. A never-ending journey as someone added :)
We can not understand each other. That is true. They are from a different planet!!
Truth Be told, it was a weekend well spent. It was nice to manage something in a not so friendly weather.
Edited after Comment - We were treated to a nice dinner after our unconditional moral support for their shopping. Some rewards for our non-performance!!