As usual went to church the next day by bus, which takes about twenty minutes. I remember when I first came to Geneva (almost ten years ago), we would wait at the bus stop and as soon as the bus came, I would be ready to run to the front door and wait till the people got off and then I would get in at only the front door and I wouldn’t just sit anywhere. I would stand in front unless there was an empty seat in front with a woman sitting nearby. That’s the normal way to catch a bus in India, you’re always alert, bags tightly clutched, and you stay as close as possible to women, cause you don’t want to get groped in a moving bus. So anyway, it was quite a revelation when my brother sighed and told me I could get in through any door and sit near anyone. This was quite new and fascinating…
Here’s the TPG (Transports publics Genevois) bus, which works like clockwork there. You can never get lost; each stop is displayed (and voiced out too) and its corresponding connections are also displayed, and nobody talks to anybody (except kids amongst themselves), most are on their phones and it’s a pleasant way to travel.
The broken chair outside the UN office, erected to remember those handicapped by landmines and cluster bombs.
My sister arrived in the evening, and we went to a burger place, Ingelwood, for dinner…. all the burgers looked like this.
I’m not fond of burgers, so I ordered this wonderful salad.
We then went to Old Town to just walk around and it felt beautiful there, the soft lights, the pedestrian cobbled paths, the slight nip in the air… it felt good to be back.
The protestant cathedral in Geneva where the seat of Calvin is located…
Geneva has some intriguing statues centered around women and I felt they were divine, like this svelte girl who wore a pensive gaze. Is there a story behind here, I should find out…
Nam (my sister) and me were sharing a room, so at night before going to sleep my brother would say, goodnight imbeciles. Sometimes, that’s how he would enter our rooom, saying, yo, imbeciles… or Le lefeya. Good times… The next day was a weekend, and we visited a bustling farmer’s market. Stay tuned for the next post in this series.