Two of these lie in the broad clefts of the rock, under the Schreckhorn and Wetterhorn, near the little town of Grindelwald.
Grindelwald, Como, Cap Martin—they are good enough company for a mile or two of the road.
I shall have six full weeks now before we take our usual holiday in the Grindelwald.
At noon the day before Grindelwald the thermometer could not have stood at less than 100 degrees Fahr.
The beauty of the situation does not, like that of Grindelwald or Chamonix, depend on mountain sublimity.
