We parked our luggage on the ship- our room wasn't ready- and they served a light buffet lunch, and then we boarded a shuttle bus back to the city center with a young, earnest tour guide who said he was studying organic farming.
Our guide spoke English rather well, but some of his sentence structure was hilarious; "tell me" became "give me a sentence." Wish I had written down more. After a passionate but only moderately understood description of a Rodin from our young man, we hit the streets on our own to stroll a city which claims to have the highest density of museums in the world.
Time didn't allow any museum hopping but we marveled at the difference between France and Switzerland, cleanliness being the first.
Our afternoon among the Swiss.
Our Basel guide & Rodin.
It was St. Nicholas Day; here Nick tosses his Starbuck's espresso cup on his way to the Christmas market...
Giant bubble meisters.
Stumbled into a church to find St. Nick again, this time delighting kiddos (and their parents) with small treats...and a small donkey, off-stage in this shot.