Slow start but we finally head off up the freeway towards Bern. It's very overcast with drizzling rain. The trip is along a beautiful rolling valley filled with ripe green fields, quaint chocolate box chalets and tree lined mountains, their tips dipped in heavy, fat grey clouds. 70 kms along the road is Fribourg, another regular town as you enter, but with an old heart sunken in the cleft between two limestone cliffs.
Nothing is allowed to be ugly here, and for what reason would people need to get sick?
A great coffee with milk served in a chocolate cup.