|The from the plane from Zurich to Geneva|
|Along Bains de Paquis|
|The boat for the trip|
We saw the Jet d'eau--a tall jet of water that apparently came into being by necessity: the city's newly pressurized water fountains, seen everywhere, couldn't handle the pressure, and so they just opened a valve, and viola. Fountain. It got taller and was moved to a more tourist-friendly place (See: place where easiest to take pretty pictures), but that was about it. That's the story.
|The Jetty at the other side of the Jet--you can run through it to this side.|
|The Prince's Chateau and the Siren staring at it.|
I confess--I really don't remember much of this boat ride other than the Jet d'eau, and the Siren. The boat was rocking--and so soothing. And...I was jet lagged. Sue me.
And after this, well, it was time for dinner. And oh, was it time for dinner. As I mentioned, our hotel has it's own little restaurant, famous for its fondue, and yodeling. Yes. Yodeling. It was glorious. Hot melting cheese covering bread. I'll say it again. Hot cheese. And bread. That's literally what fondue is. And it is amazing. I love the Swiss who decided this could be a meal/food group. They are geniuses. And for dessert? A meringue with almonds floating in an orange cream sauce. Yum. Accompanied by the sounds of the accordion and various other instruments (one guy plays accordion, the other horns, spoons, and the famous Alphorn, well known from it's stint in Ricola commercials) well, our first day was fairly productive given all. And more would happen the next....