My own Gasconade of the Swiss Alphs

Marly’s gasconade about her chalet in Switzerland was not braggadocio I sat for two hours keen to see it all, stunned by the dazzling clear water Captivated by the lace topped Alps, the air was crisp and clean. Her description of a delightful dazzling scene was not an embellishment. Ravishing flowers beside the cool bench where I sat were vibrant within the Alps I heard the crisp tweet of a songbird. This was an innocent place, I was keen to see more. This gasconade does not do this alluring scenery justice. A ravishing, captivating, enchanting, marvelous wonderland