As I take a winter break at the end of February this is how I always imagine Bern; bitterly cold with the occasional falling flake of snow in the greyness. The sober military-green trams reinforce the mood and I can almost hear the bells and their screeching around corners. Another sound that I could easily identify in the back bedroom of a nearby hotel was the powerful dawn chorus roar of turbocharged FBW articulated buses. Sadly they have now all gone and Switzerland's highly traditional capital city is now even painting it's public transport a lurid pink. Not so fascinating you might think if you are not interested in transport but all these memorable details give a city it's magic.