"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt." - Margaret Atwood

If one were to try a pick up line on Spring in Geneva, this would be how the conversation would go:
Picker upper: Come here often?
Spring: Not really. About once a year actually, but this year I'm really late to the party since I had to spend extra time getting ready. But don't I look great?!
Picker upper: Yes, you look beautiful, but that was a mean trick. Can I take you home with me and cuddle forever?

It was gorgeous out this weekend, so we spent Saturday afternoon on Britney's terrace and Sunday afternoon on Mont Saleve to see the view of Geneva. Britney's house doesn't have a gondola, but we had to take one up the mountain on Sunday.

We made it to the top and could see Geneva and the Jura (mountain range behind Geneva) on one side and the French Alps on the other. Not too shabby of a view.

We also saw some para-gliders and a hang-glider take off from the cliff. After my heart attack when the other people jumped, I decided not to run off the side of the mountain.

The view from the para-glider take off point.

And, to complete the spring experience, we had our first dinner on the balcony of the year with views of France on one side and France, including Mont Blanc, on the other.