Goumois is a little special. Why, you may ask? Well, Goumois is two villages. One is French and the other is Swiss. The villages are divided by the Doubs River with a bridge joining them. Before the Treaty of Vienna Goumois was one village but afterwards it was separated into two.
The two villages are different even if the name is the same due to the cultural differences of the French and Swiss. It isn’t only a river that separates the two villages but an accent, culture and nationality. Yet, I have a feeling that residents from both sides pass over the bridge to the other Goumois without much thought. Both villages are still connected through a long history even if there are differences between them.
The Doubs River which separates France and Switzerland at Goumois.
Old gas pumps in Goumois, Switzerland.
Le Rocher du singe (the monkey rock).
Vilay with my son and four year old daughter. My five year old stayed behind with me talking about the rabbits she had petted earier and wanted to pet again.
A house with bright blue shutters on the French side of the Doubs. Picture taken on the Swiss side.
The rabbits my five year old went on and on about. Seriously, I think the rabbits were her favorite part of visiting Goumois. Shown above is the second petting session.
To the left of this photo is a Swiss postal truck while in the back is the Swiss customs car (it is the black one). The customs office is right in front of the customs car. On the French side there is no customs office or customs officers.
Swiss customs was checking all cars coming over from France for about a half hour. They weren’t interested in checking people walking over the bridge but only the people in cars.
I did over hear a Swiss man ask in a surprised voice if they really needed his passport. The customs man answered yes. I can see where it would be an issue crossing over the border without your passport. However, the residents in Goumois (both sides) must cross over all the time forgetting all about the border.
The view we had while drinking a coffee. It was one of the best coffees I have had in a while. The Swiss restaurants were open in the morning hours while the French restaurants were not.
The beginning of the bridge on the Swiss side.
My four French walking over to French soil.
From French Goumois you can see the Swiss mountain side.
In the middle of this photo the bridge is visible from the French side to the Swiss side.
Doubs-frontiére: Goumois, un village franco-Suisse (if you can read French and like history you will enjoy this. Even if you can’t read French there are still old photos of Goumois during the occupation of the Germans that are interesting to look at – make sure to scroll down.)