So, after a fairly uneventful evacuation, I landed in Geneva. On my way into this place of political and historical intrigue, I flew over the Alps. Needless to say they were superfluously majestically incredibly amazingly fantastically breathtakingly stunning. Of course, as I watched through the small window, the beautiful ranges peaking through the clouds, approaching ever so closely, I couldn’t help but imagine them ripping through the planes underbelly like a Swiss Army Knife to a sardine can. What can I say, I’ve read Alive twice, and I hate flying.
My first impression of Geneva: white. My second impression: $$$. But seriously, the political history speaks for itself, and it is a lovely, charming, and ordered place indeed. There is something quintessentially Western European and inspiring about it. And of course, there is something quintessentially North American about me. So in honouring both traditions, I spent the day walking around, understanding and appreciating everything in as shallow a manor as possible, taking low quality pictures on my phone, and then posting them online with completely asinine observations. *
I spent the morning zigzagging across the lake in a taxi boat. Somewhere sorta in the middle, there is this great big fountain. It makes a rainbow!!!
Fountains like this intrigue me. Their symbolism can be taken as far as the imagination can take them.
After that, I headed into Old Downtown and to St. Peters Cathedral.
The architecture is supposed to be a something something Gothic cross-over.
Here’s some more photos from different angles
And I guess Calvin (namesake of the esteemed Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, and very influential theologian during the reformation movement) chilled here after being exiled from France, cause this was taking up space:
But of course, what I find to be the most intriguing thing of all:
REALLY! Practicing your Chip shot in a tiny park right beside an 800 year old living peace of history? This is either one of the most foolish things I’ve ever seen, or one of the greatest high pressure teaching strategies ever developed! You be the judge.
Finished with this place, on to the next. Let’s stroll down this nice road (I think Hotel de Ville).
Old timey Bazooka’s!
And a mural of Cesar, either glorifying or vilifying slavery. If the former, gross!
Away from sad, I was extremely happy when I saw this:
It is THE bike I dreamed up to solve all of my rainy season transportation problems last year. Alas, BMW also dreams.
This on the other hand:
And then I came across this and was also quite pleased.
If you’ve ever volunteered for the Red Cross, then you should know this man, his awesome mustache, and A Memory of Solferino . If you do not, then volunteer for the Red Cross.
Then I went to the park.
Where I saw this:
Man on a horse.
Men playing with horses.
And then this!!!
Dead religious figures, including our man Calvin.
One thing that I loved about Cairo is that they had water stations everywhere in the city. And so does Geneva. And they are beautiful.
Speaking of troubling and hilarious:
Then I saw another one of these, but for the Catholics.
And I couldn’t quite figure this out…
But I do know a skate park when I see one! (Not cause I skate. No no, I gave that up cause sometimes its better to not try and not fail.)
For some reason I still can’t take in-line vertical seriously. Sorry.
And of course, I recognize Africany things. These folks set up shop as part of some sort of Food Truck/Flea Market tailgate party in the park.
But probably one of my favouritist things in all of Geneva was this. It spoke to me in so many ways. At least two.
And the last place I saw was this. Let me say the biggest let down of my 30’s. Completely created waaaaay too many expectations of proving something to me once and for all. And that is that they exist.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the Smurf Building. And you know who lives inside it? Not Smurfs! Indeed, the enemies of smurfs: humans and cats.
Oh yeah. And then I walked home and took pictures of this display, primarily composed of pictures . If I recall correctly, the central message was about the preventable barriers to providing medical treatment around the world.
Anyways, tomorrow is Monday. Hopefully, I’ll get to see some of the serious international diplomacy, human rights, and humanitarian stuff. Also, I plan on figuring out whether or not Swiss cheese is a real.
* in all actuality, I’m just not sure how long I will be here, so I rushed to soak in as much as I possibly could.