







Walk down the yellow brick road and we came upon Chas Barmettler. And what a sight to welcome us!!! Fresh cheese pies or quiches baked in a little oven by the door. A more tempting sight than even Marilyn Monroe and the billowing skirt.


There was a young lady who listened to my questions and then sagely said in English that hard cheese travel better than soft ones. She deserved a Nobel for this. After figuring out that I preferred the stronger variety she packed in Gruyere (I fell in love with its grainy, salty bite at the conference stall) and Luc Noir and my favourite racelette (which she discouraged me from tasting as she said it doens’t taste good raw).