The streets of Zurich have gone Christmassy, a style which they adopt with the same carefulness as their youth adopt body piercing and kohl lined eyes. Everywhere there is cotton pretending to be snow and bare trees dripping electric stars. Everywhere, there are frantic packages, glittering ribbons, desperate glitz.
In Orell Fussli, books jostle with christmas crackers; the Body Shop offers Christmas fragrances (for a price, mind you!); and if your pockets are flush, there is no city that is more seductive, more insidiously entering your veins, more blatantly prosperous, more indulgently vibrant, then Zurich. See how the syllables dance on your lips like Christmas tree decorations. Zu-rich.
What is it to be young and have money? What is it to feel the music in the cold? What is it in the electricity of chance looks? What is it about bare arms in a new dress? What is it about sexy sandals and insinuating perfume?
Do you know? Have you felt it?
I'll tell you.
It's Zu-rich.
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