After a whirlwind trip to Munich, we had two hours in Zurich before our flight — enough time to get a glimpse of this beautiful city. On this early Sunday morning, not much was open, as the city was just barely waking up. So we wandered the narrow, winding cobblestone streets, peering into the windows of closed shops. To while away the time, we stopped at a cafe for an Americano and a buttery croissant. It was a perfect two hours.