European Adventure Travel Day 7
Geneva/Genéve/Genf, Switzerland
Debated the visual impact of the Broken Chair monument to anti-personnel mine victims at Place des Nations. General consensus: something other than a legless chair could have been symbolic, yet more poignant depiction of landmine casualties.
Upon arrival at the flat of A and S, J commenced cooking, and A made me espresso. Several times. Dinner was good, the company was fabulous, and searching for French hostels futile.
Geneva/Genéve/Genf, Switzerland
J's Geneva-based friends were kind enough to include me in their invitation to visit, so after we'd seen all there was to see in Neuchâtel, we moved on to the city that sparkles in the sun.
There is ground glass in the streets. The sparkles were the first thing we noticed.
We crossed the street to Migro's to do some grocery shopping, as J planned to make dinner for the four of us. We quickly found everything we needed for her recipe, except the capers. We searched high and low for them, in three different locations logical for the location of small, pickled, unopened flower buds, but to no avail. We asked store employees for help, but none of them had any idea what "capers" were, almost as if we were speaking a foreign language.
As it turns out, the French word for capers is "câpres," about as close as you can get in French. *facepalm* Good thing I know how to ask for "du vin."
Here is where I admit that I was busy interacting socially and didn't take many pictures in Geneva. I think the grand total was four. Not even kidding. J's friend A picked us up from the bus stop and took us on a mini-tour of the city before taking us to their flat.
People who work in glass buildings should be aware of that fact on Casual Friday
There is ground glass in the streets. The sparkles were the first thing we noticed.
We crossed the street to Migro's to do some grocery shopping, as J planned to make dinner for the four of us. We quickly found everything we needed for her recipe, except the capers. We searched high and low for them, in three different locations logical for the location of small, pickled, unopened flower buds, but to no avail. We asked store employees for help, but none of them had any idea what "capers" were, almost as if we were speaking a foreign language.
As it turns out, the French word for capers is "câpres," about as close as you can get in French. *facepalm* Good thing I know how to ask for "du vin."
Here is where I admit that I was busy interacting socially and didn't take many pictures in Geneva. I think the grand total was four. Not even kidding. J's friend A picked us up from the bus stop and took us on a mini-tour of the city before taking us to their flat.
People who work in glass buildings should be aware of that fact on Casual FridaySaw the Jet d'Eau out of the window... Europe's tallest fountain and icon of Geneva. It originated on the Rhône in 1886, and shortly afterwards its tourist attraction potential was recognized and it was moved to its present location in Lake Léman (or Lake Geneva, if you haven't yet realized that Switzerland has at least two names for everything). To summarize: big tall stream of water in a lake.
Debated the visual impact of the Broken Chair monument to anti-personnel mine victims at Place des Nations. General consensus: something other than a legless chair could have been symbolic, yet more poignant depiction of landmine casualties.
Upon arrival at the flat of A and S, J commenced cooking, and A made me espresso. Several times. Dinner was good, the company was fabulous, and searching for French hostels futile.
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