I landed in Zurich yesterday and immediately hopped a train to the little town of Meiringen, which is about 2.5. hours southwest of the city in an area called the Berner Oberland (which means the Bern-area highlands). It's all mountains and cute villages, and cows that are blurry in all my pictures from the train.
You can hike here, and climb mountains, and go skiing and snowshoeing and parachuting, but I didn't do any of that. I came here for one reason: I love Sherlock Holmes.
And not some odd-looking British guy playing a modernized version on TV, or some other odd-looking British guy playing another modernized version on TV. And certainly not some American guy pretending to be a British guy in a couple of bad movies.
I mean Sherlock Holmes from the stories. The one Arthur Conan Doyle invented, and then killed off because he was so sick of him, and then brought back to life because, as we learned from that whole Deadpool thing, fans can be so rabid about something that it ends up making you lots of money. And so you revive it.
Here's how a very Swiss town honors a very British icon.