Hauptbahnhof – The pastry express
<p>Welcome to Zurich. I’m Filippo, your guide for the next hour and a half. We’ll walk through Roman ruins, medieval power plays, and a few surprises that Zurich prefers not to advertise. The city may seem orderly, but its past is anything but. Let’s begin at Zürich Hauptbahnhof, where movement has always been part of the story.</p> <p>Zurich’s Central Station might not scream "romantic getaway" at first glance. It’s loud, massive, and swarming with rolling suitcases. But make no mistake: this is where the city’s story hits the tracks running.</p> <img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/ciceru-assets-stg/719d4130-a85c-475d-aecc-79477f066dc6/F0l6kHwS-Mainstation-Zuerich.jpg" alt="undefined" style="height: auto;width: 320px"/> <blockquote>Construction site of Zürich Main Station, 1867. Photo from the Baugeschichtliches Archiv. Public domain.</blockquote> <p>Opened in 1871, the Hauptbahnhof is more than just a transit hub. It’s a 19th-century temple to Swiss efficiency and ambition. The architect, Jakob Friedrich Wanner, designed it to feel imperial — a palace where trains, not emperors, reign. And let’s be honest, in Switzerland, trains might actually have more power. As you look up at the ornate stonework, spot the bronze figure of Alfred Escher: Zurich’s railroad messiah. Banker, politician, tycoon. The kind of man who, when he had a craving for a pastry, helped build a railway.</p> <p>Yes, really. The very first train line in Switzerland, launched in 1847, was nicknamed the <em>Spanisch-Brötli-Bahn</em>. It got its name from the flaky almond pastries the elite of Zurich had delivered fresh from Baden each morning. The pastries were so irresistible they justified inventing public transport. Uber Eats could never.</p> <img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/ciceru-assets-stg/719d4130-a85c-475d-aecc-79477f066dc6/PZGMU39S-Isenring_Bahnhof_Zu%CC%88rich_1847.jpg" alt="undefined" style="height: auto;width: 320px"/> <blockquote>Zürich station in 1847, viewed from the Limmat. Painting by Johann Baptist Isenring.</blockquote> <p>Today, Zürich HB is a 21-platform behemoth serving over 3,000 trains a day. It’s the living engine room of the country. Inside, the soaring concourse blends iron-and-glass grandeur with blinking timetables and the occasional piano that dares you to play a sonata while waiting for your ride. Look for the Art Nouveau tiles in the side passages — quiet leftovers from a time when even train stations had delusions of nobility.</p> <img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/ciceru-assets-stg/719d4130-a85c-475d-aecc-79477f066dc6/mBTC6Mgt-Bahnhofplatz_-_Hauptbahnhof_-_Bahnhofstrasse_Zu%CC%88rich_2010-09-21_14-34-44_ShiftN.jpg" alt="undefined" style="height: auto;width: 320px"/> <blockquote>Alfred Escher fountain by Richard Kissling on Bahnhofplatz, in front of Zürich Hauptbahnhof. Photo by Roland zh, 21 September 2010.</blockquote> <p>Step outside and you’ll find yourself in Bahnhofplatz, once a medieval moat, now a tram-crossed plaza guarded by Escher’s gaze. From here begins Bahnhofstrasse: Zurich’s famed shopping avenue, once a muddy ditch, now paved with gold. Or at least with boutiques that sell it.</p> <p>But don’t linger too long among the window displays. You’re about to leave the precision of the station behind and head into something older, quieter, and more poetic. Make your way uphill — next stop: Lindenhof. A hilltop of lime trees, chess tables, and Roman whispers.</p>


