In Geneva, we ate Chinese food, walked up and down the main street in the middle of the night, shopped on the boulevard and visited the old town cathedral. We even visited the giant chess set and Reformation Monument. If I could go back to Europe and only pick one spot, I would go to Switzerland. Geneva was nice because they speak French there – not that I do, but at least I can read the street signs. They also speak many other languages, a benefit for those of us who are lingually challenged.
The Swiss take pride in their neutrality. They are home to the United Nations (Palais des Nations). They interest themselves in the well-being of humanity, and demonstrate it in their city square. Across from the UN is a sculpture of a chair with a broken leg, symbolizing their appeal to a mine-free world. Eye-catching, to say the least.
Up until we got to Geneva I had a string of bad luck. Geneva changed that.
Maybe it wasn’t the city, maybe it was me, but I did like it there, and would go back in a minute.
Maybe it wasn’t the city, maybe it was me, but I did like it there, and would go back in a minute.
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one of my class mates is Swiss. I think this would make him smile.
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