We arrived in Geneva last Monday (See previous blog post) and on Tuesday and Wednesday valiantly continued the fight with our jet lag. On Tuesday we rode trams and buses and sidewalks, oh my! (And by rode sidewalks, I do mean walking) All the way up to the UN and the ILO building, and then all the way down across the river to Old Town, where the University of Geneva is located.
|Me in front of the ILO Sign|
|Mom in front of a museum....pick a museum|
|I am in love with this fountain.|
And when we arrived, we headed straight to old town Lausanne, which is up the hill from the train station. Ithaca, I now know, has a Swiss cousin. Her name is Lausanne. Up the hill we climbed, seeking the Justice Fountain and the accompanying market. We went a little askew, however, and first ended up in Place de St. Frances, where we entered a cathedral rebuilt after the war that hosted a beautiful art exhibit of leaves suspended from a giant wheel above by gold thread that disappeared without direct light floating just a few inches from the floor. Which was amazing, but alas, as I didn't want to offend anyone, no pictures were taken. Make do with a description, we must.
|In Place de St. Francis|
|Look, mom, a pointy thing! It must be a sight of some kind!|
|Like a bridge over troubled ..... streeeeets ....|
|From in front of the Cathedral|
|Yup. Carvings. Lots of carvings.|
|I'm pretty sure it's Lausanne...I've no idea where, though XD|
And down again, we continued, still on our search for the Justice Fountain. Up and down hills we went, noticing shops and cafes and chocolate shops and all manner of things, including fountains that were everywhere. At one point, we came across a painted fountain, with a woman with a sword stood on top in a blue dress. Perhaps it was the Justice Fountain, but man, it sure did look like some rendition of Joan of Arc to us. (For those of you on the edge of your seats, yes, it was the Justice Fountain, as we later learned.) Then we wandered some more, got some grapes for a snack, decided it was pretty much time for dinner, then again hiked up the same hill we had gone up and down before in order to find Holy Cow! Which I mention because it's a farm to table burger joint with some of the best burgers I've ever had (and I love me my burgers). And then down the hill, past the patisserie with macarons in the window that I just couldn't pass up (well worth it), and to the train station and back to our little hotel in Paquis. Exhausted? So am I.