We broke off our tour of the farm, jumped into the cars and headed into downtown Berne, hoping to arrive in time to watch the characters parade around the clock tower at noon. We arrived in time and following the tolling of the twelfth "bong" of the clock, the glockenspiel started. The doors opened and the parade began. It was interesting, and of course in our twentieth century mindset we were speculating as to the cost to the city to provide such a lovely park for our enjoyment.
, After the parade completed its second loop, the doors closed and we drove a few blocks down the street to a quaint little cafe/antique store where we put on the feedbag. The coupon in the tourists' brochure enabled us to procure two meals for the price of one. Trust me; people who've crossed the threshold of three score and ten delight in this sort of thing.
Following our lunch we returned to the farm. Our docent had waited patiently for our return and we immediately set out to complete our tour. After the barn and the log cabin, this camper had reached his maximum capacity for touring, so he repaired to the vehicle where he immediately fell into his postprandrial nap. Fortunately while it was not cool, it was comfortable. Soon enough the rest of the crew arrived and we headed back to the park with only one stop, and that at the cheese factory. The product really isn't any cheaper than it is in your local supermarket, but the variety is amazing, and tourists love this sort of thing.