Long after we'd arrived at the airport in Chicago yesterday, boarding passes in hand, TSA cleared, I kept scrolling to look at the weather app. I'd been "oh no-ing" it for so long now! That we came out fine is still a bit of a miracle. We left the storm behind us, but we came so close to having it wreck our week. And yes, it was a wrecking ball for many, in far graver circumstances than a mere cancelling of a trip. I know that. Still, I wanted to save this excursion for sure! Daughter travel is rare. Granddaughter travel will also turn rare soon enough.
After all that worry, once in flight, everything moved smoothly. A little late here and there, but nothing that cost us a connection. Still, I couldn't sleep. When you get wound up, it takes a while to let out that coil of nerves.
In Paris, we walked over (did not need to run!) to our gate and very soon after, we were in flight to Geneva.
Geneva. I never write anything great about the city, because I've never fallen in love with the place. It has always been a stopover. To the mountains, from the mountains. The city is actually rather pretty. The lake is fabulous and on good weather days you can see the Alpine peaks to the south. The old town is attractive (the Swiss "neutrality" during the war surely helped preserve its architecture). And it's very cosmopolitan. All those international organizations that base their headquarters here ensure a diverse crowd of visitors.
And yet. To me it feels serious and staid. Attractive, but not a place I'd like to intentionally explore for more than a day or two.
Nonetheless, to Snowdrop, it's an entirely new experience. If asked, she'll say Switzerland reminds her of milk chocolate (she got that one right!). And she has been hearing a lot about melted cheese. On potatoes, in fondue pots, seemingly everywhere. Geneva preserves that Swiss Alpine food culture.
(landing in Geneva is always fabulous; here, the Alpine peaks float on top of puffy clouds)
We cab over to the hotel -- which is smack in the center of the old town. Les Armures. I'd never stayed there before and in more active seasons, this would be out of my price range, but the last minute prices were sensible, so I booked two rooms. Cheaper than spending an extra night in Chamonix, which right now is entering its peak season.
Lunch is right adjacent to the hotel. The restaurant of Les Armures has actually been well loved for a long time. People say it's Geneva's oldest cafe. Can I say it -- it is really, really Swiss in appearance and in food. I have a Rösti (pan fried grated potatoes -- I used to always make this dish for the holidays...), Snowdrop and her mom share a cheese fondue and a platter of air dried beef. The little one proclaimed it to be the best beef she has eaten in her life! (It helped that she was hungry, going on just a piece of bread with butter for many many hours now.)
And now both girl and mom are itching to just lie down and rest. A book or a tablet for company. The quiet of a room with very thick walls. Me, I head out. One of us left her glasses somewhere, possibly on the airplane. That is not good. One of us cannot see very far without them. I'm on a mission. Is it possible to get something close to the prescription, made up within... well, a very short time?
I walk to the lake, and through the old town,
...to the commercial center and I stop by the first eye glass store on my way. The person there makes calls. He frowns at the absence of a doctor's prescription. He calls and chats some more. He offers coffee while I wait. And finally he comes back with a qualified yes. They can do it (because they have some lenses that are close enough to what is needed already made), and they can be ready before our departure tomorrow. We just have to come back tonight before closing to measure and finalize the order.
Where are you staying? -- he asks.
Les Armures....
Good choice! (well that's a relief!) You should definitely eat at their restaurant. They do have the best cheese fondue! (I'm living the man's dream...)
I ask -- you know, I was curious -- that dried beef, are you supposed to dip that in the cheese too?
You could, but I usually dip the bread then wrap the beef around the cheesy piece! (Next time we'll know!)
A few more blocks this way, that was. I'd forgotten my trusty Melatonin, so I pop into a pharmacy. Sorry, here you need a prescription for it. Ah well... I'm not convinced it works that well anyway. I make my way back to the hotel, where I find that in the short time I was away, tablet chords have disappeared. Plugs have failed. I tell you, I should not leave the room. You never know what may happen in my absence.
Toward evening, Snowdrop comes out for a walk with me. To look around. To feel Geneva in the wintertime. To get some Swiss air. To buy a toothbrush. (One has mysteriously disappeared!) And to sample Swiss chocolates.
(It's one degree above freezing and the Swiss choose to sip beverages outside!)
It;s getting late. Time for all of us to head out for supper, with a stop over at the eye glass store. They guy charges for nothing but the frames and he finds us the cheapest ones in the store, knowing damn well that this is an emergency pair that may not be a perfect match.
Supper? We eat at the Cafe du Centre, which is pretty much in Geneva's center (!). Again, a venerable institution. We're not exactly starving, but still, we eat abundantly. Shrimp, risotto, snails. You can guess which one of us ordered what dish. We are content.
And then we crash. Totally. No explanation needed. Good night!
with love...
