Geneva

We almost took a detour to see the city of Lausanne, but we couldn’t justify the stop with so little to see. The only thing that I would have liked to see would have been the art gallery they have. It is only paintings from inmates and mentally ill patients. The drive to Geneva was relative easy, albeit long. However, once in Geneva it was another story. The road system is once again a mix up of streets. I was extremely thankful that we were going to a campsite just 7 km outside of Geneva. When we arrived at the campsite we both noticed immediately that it was closed for the season. Oh well, the parking lot outside the campsite looked like as good a place as any to spend the night. It was still relatively early in the day but we weren’t really feeling up to venturing into the city as we spent the previous night in a highway rest area, the traffic of which, kept us from having a decent sleep. So we rested and continued to figure out our approach to France. With it being so large we wanted to plan our route and figure out where we were going to stay. It looks like we will spend around a month in France before heading into Spain for the winter. The following day didn’t get started until around 2ish and we managed to head into town using the bus system. We would have paid for the use of it, but the driver’s door didn’t open up and we were forced to get on in the back, so tough luck for them. The main thing I wanted to see in Geneva beside the city itself was the Jet d’eau, a fountain that shoots a jet of water 160 meters into the sky. I saw it from the bus stop we got off at and it resembled the Kapuskasing fountain in the Kap river, though Kap’s doesn’t go quite as high as this one. We wandered around the city before we finally found the tourist office and collected tons of free information on the city sites. They also had many walking routes to take to tour the city, though we followed none of them. I was surprised, though I shouldn’t be as our guide books told us so, that there were so many French speaking people in Geneva. They say that every single road in any direction in Geneva leads to France. We stopped in a park to have a small snack and Julie was rewarded with many sparrows taking dust baths right behind our bench. We then made our way towards the lake and came across a fountain with two statues that Julie insisted I take as many pictures as I could of them, so that she could use them for her next Halloween party when we are back in Canada. It wasn’t long after our wanderings that we made our way back to our van for the day. We both felt like we were once again walking in downtown TO, but with more filth and more pollution. I really did enjoy seeing all the Bentley’s, Ferrari’s and BMW 6 series though.