CHAPTER 18
We spent the rest of our time in Zermatt wandering the crooked streets of the alpine village admiring the iconic chalets and the historic timber frame houses. We were amused by a bunch of cannabis growing in someone’s yard right on a main thoroughfare, a comically sized police golf cart rushing, at least in our minds, to nab them (regular vehicles are banned from the streets), and best of all a great playground we stumbled upon, with a pretty legit zipline that Hadley couldn’t get enough of.
