When we were out walking one evening in Zurich – we stopped at a little used book market and I spotted this book.

Of course it’s all in german and I don’t understand a bit of it, but I had to have it. Luckily I was with my indulgent husband who had some Swiss Francs in his pocket. Page after page of beautiful little tipped in prints like these. For me, this is the best kind of souvenir. I just might have to frame some of them someday.