2nd Class to Paradise

Text & Photos by K. Cecchini  @tonightatdawn From the foreign perspective, Switzerland is synonymous with the Alps. If in Zürich and can’t make the trek all way out to touch its great peaks, you need to seek out bucket list-worthy local views. Nearby Uteilberg Mountain and the city of Lucerne seem to be the nextContinue reading “2nd Class to Paradise”

Art & DADA in Zürich & YADA Yada Yada

Text and Photos by Kimberly Cecchini  @tonightatdawn “HOW DOES ONE ACHIEVE ETERNAL BLISS? BY SAYING DADA. HOW DOES ONE BECOME FAMOUS? BY SAYING DADA. WITH NOBLE GESTURE AND DELICATE DECENCY. TILL ONE GOES CRAZY. TILL ONE LOSES CONSCIOUSNESS.” -Hugo Ball, founder of the Cabaret Voltaire in the original Dada manifesto DADA DA-DA dada Right now,Continue reading “Art & DADA in Zürich & YADA Yada Yada”

Langstrasse – Has Zurich’s Red Light Been Replaced?

Text and Photos by Kimberly Cecchini Langstrasse is German for “Long Street” and that it is. Of course, yours truly, hoofed it. Every metropolis has its dark underbelly, and Langstrasse is, or at least was, Zurich’s. Once known as the red light district, travel sites now hail it as a Swiss Brooklyn (which really drivesContinue reading “Langstrasse – Has Zurich’s Red Light Been Replaced?”


Text and Photos by Kimberly Cecchini The Olympics. The World Cup. I thought that was basically it for major international sporting events-or at least I never heard about anything else at home. Sometimes you have to step outside your borders – virtually or physically – to learn something new. This summer I loosely followed theContinue reading “WOOOOOOW! ZURÏ!”

Rapperswil: 23 km

Text and Photos by Kimberly Cecchini We are writing at a table in front of our hotel and an inebriated Spaniard -who works at a Romanian power plant-has taken up residence next to us with a beer cursing about Obama and Putin and his daughter for not yet having a good job. He keeps apologizing,Continue reading “Rapperswil: 23 km”

No Sleep ‘Til Zurich

Text and Photos by Kimberly Cecchini Yes, I swiped a line from the Beastie Boys, but I’m not surprised by my delirium. When you fast forward through time by flying through the night, I feel that your ramblings can be forgiven. Ear plugs, eye masks, a meditation podcast and the dimming of the cabin toContinue reading “No Sleep ‘Til Zurich”