dress: twelfth street by cynthia vincent, shoes: loeffler randall, purse: prada
On my second day in Switzerland, my dad and I took the train in from Satigny to Geneva. It's a short train ride, about 10-20 minutes, and it throws you out right in the middle of Geneva. Maybe more like, middle-ish.
Geneva is at the tail end of a summer time festival (not sure what festival, exactly), so the banks of Lac Leman were stuffed to the brim with carnival rides, booths, bright colors and all sorts of oddities. It was a bit crammed...and honestly, a bit too colorful for austere Geneva. My dad and I sidestepped that activity when we got off the train and headed across the lake into old town Geneva. We stopped into the Patek Philippe store, and then kept wandering about the large shopping avenue, Rue du Rhone.
After shopping, we crossed back over the bridge and worked our way along the banks to the Jetty. It's a slab of concrete with rocks jutting out into Lac Leman with areas to lay out and swim. We ordered deux plats du jour, and enjoyed a swiss version of indian cuisine with tandoori chicken and mango chutney. Then we took a water taxi back across Lac Leman and returned to old town Geneva. We passed through Maison Tavel, the oldest remaining home in Geneva, and listened to the glockenspiel at St. Pierre's Cathedral. To top off our swiss day, we dined on raclette and fondue and red wines from the swiss countryside. It was wonderful.
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