Guten Tag. This weekend sees me in Basel.
That’s German not Swiss German.
But there’s no point in getting Swiss francs, my friends assure me, as Basel’s unique position, in a niche between France and Germany, means we’ll be paying in euros when we head over the French border for dinner tonight. That’s after doing the grocery shopping in Germany, where it’s not only cheaper but, by filling in a few forms at the border, my friends get the tax back. How EU-tastic is that?
And Switzerland’s not in the EU, which is why the get the tax back.