Around the corner come honey-coloured Charolais cows with tiaras of flowers on their heads and the most enormous bells hung from wide collars around their necks. Alongside them, with spring-heeled jauntiness, herdsmen beamed with pride.
I wondered, in a Pinot-induced kind of way, whether the wretched, rotten bankers of UBS ever got the same pleasure from selling a collateral debt obligation, or arranging a credit default swap, as these herdsmen got from showing off their lovely cows.
All is not lost. Many former UBS bankers have the opportunity to re-train for new careers in the pastures of the Bernese Oberland.
Maybe life will improve for them.