Every time I'm seeing that landscape and I'm walking along the quay in Geneva I'm thinking that if ever I had the misfortune to get burnt-out or need to recover from a blast, I would come here to rest (or maybe at the Starnbergersee and sit between the two lions starring at the alps in the dawn).
The funny thing is that it's the second time I did that walk from the Cornavin station to Cologny, route de la Capite and twice I felt out of scope with my backpack on this kind-of -posh promenade le long du lac. For everyday life though, I think I prefer chaotic Rome, its crazy traffic, the mafiabar next to my building and the ugly ostia promenade. :) A 5* hotel will hardly compare with a night in the little brother's bed in Dragona and Nutella crêpes with cinnamon tea on Sunday morning (even tough you wake up at 8am by the screams of the children covered by the parents ones) (and yes, I've spent a weekend in a 5* hotel so I know what it is, le garçon d'étage knocking at the door and asking if you want him to prepare your bath, - I was speechless and poor guy I made him repeat its offer 3 times before understanding and declining -).
- yes, it was quite windy -
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