Running in a new city is so fun — I love the sense of exploration, the ability to cover ground quickly (well, more quickly than when I’m walking) and the discovery of different neighborhoods.
Today I headed west of our apartment on Cramerstrasse, which I’d never done before (Stelian’s work, the lake, and everything else we’ve checked out has been to the east). Within a few kilometers, I ran into a park that had a fenced-in area with a number of different farm animals, such as donkeys and chickens. A nice surprise in the middle of the city.
A little further along my route, I ducked into a cemetery, and soon found myself standing before Henri Dunant, the founder of the Red Cross. How cool is that? His grave was immediately recognizable as that of a rich and/or famous person, as it was huge and important-looking. A number of stones, painted white with red crosses, had been placed at the foot of the grave, perhaps by schoolchildren. I didn’t take a picture (maybe I need to start bringing a camera on my runs), but a Wiki image is here.
The chap who maintains the blog Swiss Watching (he also authored a book by the same name), wrote an interesting post on the dead and famous in Switzerland. Leah, perhaps when you visit Zürich, we should go and say hello to James Joyce in Friedhof Fluntern?