Notice what is printed on the wheel
Many tourist destinations are popular, overly popular. When visiting our daughter in Switzerland, we have tried to peer over and around parked tour buses that covered the Alps with vehicles and people.
But, then, there are other places that would be a surprise all around:
The Valley of the Cheese of the Dead
There is no way to describe this village and how honored cheese is. To make it more important, one can have their own cheese that started aging the early part of one's life, then being allowed to continue to age over someone's lifetime.
" Zufferey’s home, high in the Swiss mountains of Val d’Anniviers, is one of the last places you’ll find evidence of this peculiar practice—of keeping a wheel of cheese to be eaten at your funeral."
Displaying or discussing this practice, the village, the people, and huge wheels of aged cheese that will be served at your funeral, is impossible to do more than to tell you to visit this site, dedicated to cheese for the dead.
Wheels are resting in a cave, which probably has some very ancient cheeses.
Ask yourself: Would I do this? Would living with this tradition give your life any more significance? No, probably not. But it would be so cool.
And you thought that Camembert or brie were among the best cheeses going. Ha.
Would you think this sleepy, red geranium lined street was a part of the Valley of the Cheese of the Dead?
