So on our way home we tried to find a place to eat, but the Law of the Fifth Choice apparently obtains in Switzerland as it does in the United States. The first four joints were either closed or unacceptable: the latter filled with chain smoking locals eating rancid potato salad and sausages that looked more like a condition, say, GIs might have come home with. Finally we reached a little suburb of Basel on the Rhine that was festooned with banners and got out and wandered among the old streets.