The air is freezing cold and crystal clear. The sun is hidden somewhere behind the mountain peaks. It is 1 March, so it’s time for Chalandamarz. The first metallic jangling of a cow bell can already be heard. The bell swings from the hand of a schoolchild hurrying towards the school building. Two streets away, a whip cracks against the ground. More and more children dressed in vibrant blue farmers smocks, neckerchiefs and red pointed hats come pouring out of the laneways. They laugh and chatter excitedly among themselves against a cacophony of cow bells and cracking whips. The louder, the better. After all, the aim is to ring in the coming of the spring.
“High up in the mountains, far from here, there lives a little boy just like you. In this tiny village, poor and small, his home all alone below.” Welcome to the home of Schellen-Ursli! Head for the hills and follow in the footsteps of this adventurous boy with the messy black hair, too-short trousers, pointy hat and beaming smile.Find out more