Autos Yield to Cows in Stampa, Switzerland

We drove northward into the mountains to Chiavenna. I am still surprised at the number of bicyclists on the mountain roads - both men and women. We have noted that the women do not wear pants in Italy - I suppose they consider it immodest. But they ride regular frame bicycles in skirts which seems to me much more immodest.

From Chiavenna we headed east and soon crossed back into Switzerland. On both sides of the border we passed through villages where the main road deteriorated into a narrow, winding cobblestone street, not wide enough to pass in many places. In one village, Stampa, Switzerland, a traffic light stops you at the edge of the village. The road is so narrow that they let traffic through the village one way at a time. While we waited our turn, two small boys drove a herd of Brown Swiss cows down the main street. June 10, 1967

Windings of the Maloja Pass, Switzerland

Continuing eastward, we crossed the Maloja Pass. It was a bit cloudy on the peaks and the scenery was only nice - not spectacular. The road was more impressive - the tightest set of switchbacks that we have encountered. We seemed to be scratching our way up a cliff on a set of tight hairpin bends. June 10, 1967