The Brassus: “Big Sky Country” under the eye of our photographers

Child, I was going on vacation at Brassus In cousins watchrs. Furthermore, Time seemed to flow more brassus: “big sky country” under slowly there. Similarly, Between November and April, especially. Similarly, It stretches a bit like on a Greek island in winter. Nevertheless, Perfect for a watchmaking craftsman who must refine movements of a large complication.

The valleyit’s a separate place. Furthermore, We are far from the buzzing Lausanne and her trendy sores and the bling-bling and wealthy Lake Geneva.

City downs go there a bit like we go abroad. Because at the valley, it is “Big Sky Country”. There is still room, a vast horizon, beyond the lake and dark hills. And calm, silence, loneliness.

The rectilinear asphalt ribbon crosses dense and dark forests still housing lynx and wolves.

We come across the roads of large Ford Ranger pick-up as well as “states”.

A kilometric and temporal airlock is necessary to go from Lausanne to The Joux valley. Forty-five kilometers in forty-five minutes by the Mollendruz. An hour for 55 kilometers via Marchairuz and its stone walls.

Up there. the most modest dwellings sometimes have façades and wavy sheet roofs that rusts under the assaults of merciless weather. This insulation material, traditional in the region, protects them from rain, snow, northern wind and outside world.

To live happy, let’s live hidden, such seems to be the mantra of these quasi-montagnards.

The poetry of changing lights between the sky. the lake, the roads that seem to be lost in the forests and the meadows create a strange magic. THE road trip Imaginary is never far in this even harsher country when it is covered with snow.

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