A perfect winter's morning with deep-blue skies and bright sunshine tempted us to ventured across the bridge into the very hub of Nelligen village life, the touristy waterfront.
Then past the empty tennis court ...
... and some equally empty mail-boxes ...
.. whose 'rustic' garden could well be Nelligen's next tourist attraction.
It isn't much but it's home!
P.S. I have been asked several times now how Nelligen got its name. It's something of a mystery but here is a possible explanation.
