It's no secret that the women of Lausanne have the best legs in the country. They simply must - not only do they climb hills all day long, they do it stilettos. I lived on the north side of the city, near the cantonal hospital. Since the entire city is built on a hill, leading down to the lake, moving north means moving uphill. Even a walk from St. Francois could be a bit strenuous, as it was uphill the entire way. As a poor student, I had no means to have a car or moto bike, so I relied on the bus system or my own two legs. Those legs quickly became stronger after a few trips uphill! A trip to Migros was a full-body workout, and walking back home after a night at the bars of Vieille Ville meant dragging myself up La chemin du calvert which we nicknamed The Hill of Death. (Ironically enough, the name is a reminder of Jesus' walk to the cross and signifies a difficult task.) Of course, I gradually adapted to life in Lausanne and visiting a new town in Switzerland and rejoicing over its flatness was a new happy experience each time. I think next time I move to Switzerland, I might choose one of those flatter cities! :)
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