Saturday night after the market and a nap, we went to Britney’s house for a real French dinner with real French people. We had raclette which consisted of gooey cheese, fresh deli meats, and boiled potatoes. My general rule is that I don’t love food that I have to work for to eat (ie: shrimp that still has its shell), but melting cheese is an exception. We also drank white wine, green tea, and ate ice cream for dessert “to help digestion”. I can really get behind the French way of eating.
The next day we explored Geneva. We strolled through old town, scaled the church tower, walked along the water, and checked the time at the Flower Clock (one of Geneva’s largest attractions – good news is that it is free to look at, bad news is that it takes about a minute to see). We also took a water taxi ride across the lake. We especially loved the sign that reminded us to let the boat driver know if the boat stopped working.
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| Europe is too small for Michael. |
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| Or Michael is too tall for Europe... |
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| These trees are everywhere. John swears they will bloom, but I'm not sold. They have huge bunion things on the ends of them. Stay tuned for the final verdict as the weather gets warmer. |
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| I wish we had gotten a picture of the guy who was standing in front of this monumental attraction just before we took this picture. He couldn't have looked happier to be here as he posed by himself with a veryyy annoyed look on his face. |
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| Taxi! |
And then we ate our market pasta for dinner. We tried the spinach / mozzarella tortellini and the beef ravioli. I am finding a theme where my highlights of life revolve around delicious meals…
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