The stone church is only the size of a classroom, but when you push the door open, wow, the whole milky blue lake and snow-capped mountains are right in front of the French window, like a postcard come alive. The old stones on the wall hurt my hands, but the tour guide said it was built in 1935, and I immediately felt that the broken stones were fairy-like.
I bumped into the bronze statue of a shepherd dog at the corner, and its nose was shiny (it was touched), and then I knew that the church was built to thank the shepherd dog for helping to open up the wasteland. Suddenly I understood why the locals have such pious eyes. When I squatted by the lake and ate a sandwich, lupine rubbed against my trouser legs (only in the right season), the lake was so clear that I could count the stones, and the reflection of the snow-capped mountains in the distance was swaying - what kind of internet celebrity check-in, it’s better to be in a daze for a while, cool!
> Tips: If you want to take empty shots, you have to get up early, because once the tour group arrives, it’s full of people. You are not allowed to take pictures inside, but your eyes remember better than the lens, and the lake and mountains seen from that window are amazing!