THE FASTER LANE / TYLER BRÛLÉ
Rays of light
Thursday: The time is shortly past 19.00 on a crisp autumn evening and we find a cosy corner table in the bar at Kronenhalle. It’s busy and crowds of locals are in good spirits. We’re waiting for friends to arrive from Gstaad, so we order drinks and take in the scene. A moment later they wander in and immediately apologise for being a few minutes late.
“You’re not late at all,” I say. “We were a bit early and wanted to secure the best place to sit.”
“Thank you for that. I must say that we got totally carried away by what was happening in the building across from our hotel,” said the one who works in finance. “It was quite extraordinary.”
I wondered what they might have witnessed from their hotel room but I couldn’t come up with anything that could pass as “extraordinary”.
“I pulled back the curtains and it was the most incredible sight, quite mesmerising,” he continued. “It must have been just after five o’clock and it was a cross between shocking and beautiful.”
“Tell! Tell!” we pleaded.
“It was a building full of people working! There were people at desks, lots of walking back and forth, real activity,” he said. “I could have watched it for hours. It felt almost exotic.”
There’s currently a new “work from home if you can” order from the federal government in Switzerland but many now know the pitfalls of the home office and have decided that they prefer to be among colleagues. The Baur au Lac might want to charge extra for suites with a view to the busy bank opposite. Who needs a pass to the zoo when you can watch real, live Swiss bankers in their natural habitat?
Friday: It’s just after lunch and I’m waiting in a quiet little alley in Zürich’s old town for my dealer. At 14.00 sharp he pulls up a metal shutter and welcomes me in. I survey what’s on offer and he says he’s had a fresh delivery. He disappears for a moment to sort through his supply and returns with a couple of boxes in different colours and sizes. For a moment we discuss the quality and supply chain. Most comes from Eastern Europe and he’s confident it won’t dry up any time soon. I ask him to fill a big bag. Cash is exchanged. I walk back out into the alley with a rumpled brown-paper Migros shopping bag. I have just scored a year’s supply of proper light bulbs. If you too are frustrated by the slow pace of LED development and poor light quality I can introduce you to my dealer.
Saturday: It’s a sunny afternoon and the area in front of the Monocle Café and Trunk shop in Seefeld is packed. Aussies are gathered for flat whites and a bit of chitchat, regulars are popping in for their copies of the FT Weekend and NZZ and there’s just enough of a chill for people to be trying out an extra layer of knits, new scarves and perhaps a pair of gloves. One of our most regular customers walks past in a loden cape, knee-high riding boots, an olive beanie, mask and big sunglasses. He tells me that he’s been knocked out by the virus for the past few weeks and this is his first walk around the block with his dog. He looks incredibly chic, like a Habsburg cavalry officer ready to return to the frontlines and do battle. It’s wonderful seeing him back and on form.