Bless 'em. Just when you think that all the Swiss live up to their reputation for being quiet, conservative, and conformist, some crazy eccentric comes along and upsets the apple cart.
There I was, enjoying my Sunday afternoon walk in the unseasonably-warm weather, when I spot combo this walking down the street in my village:
I've got friends in LA, and they've seen some weird stuff in their times. But is it possible that I've managed to outweird them in a tiny Swiss village?!?