Geneva, Day 2

Gather close, children. This photo dump will be epic. Given that it is Saturday and I have homework and then I am going to tromp about Vieux Lyon later, I figured now would be an ideal time to give y'all a good overdose of awesome.

Here goes.

Very old Anglican church in Geneva. We unfortunately tried to saunter inside, forgot it was Sunday, and left with very red faces after the entire congregation turned around and stared at us.

Lac Léman is very clear and blue and full of swans. Madison, this one was specifically posted to make you spaz.

The Jet d'eau, first installed in 1886, has some rather explosive feelings about me.

I was mostly just trying not to fall in.

Myself and the effortlessly beautiful Marta in front of some random statue of a ballerina in Geneva that we thought was awesome.

At the Palais Wilson, which is the headquarters of the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights, and is probably the most prominent buildings located on the waterfront of Lac Léman. Translation: In memory of Woodrow Wilson, President of the United States, Founder of the League of Nations. The city of Geneva.

The Palais Wilson

At the Botanical Gardens

Taking refuge in the city of refuge

There are little signs like this all over the city. "This great thinker/artist/whatever lived and/or died here and this is why he or she was awesome." This one says "Here was born Charles Bonnet on March 13, 1720. Genevois naturalist, he discovered parthenogenesis."

This is quite a common occurrence all over Geneva.

Freaky Swiss money with many languages on it. That city is a polyglot's paradise. There were times I ran into someone who did not speak French or English and I had to resort to speaking Italian, German, Spanish, and Russian to get around.

The toilets are better in Switzerland. That bathroom smelled like an expensive perfume store. I've been collecting pictures of toilets abroad because I'm somewhat deranged.

This is an actual drinking fountain. They are all over the city like this.

Translation: "Here lived and died Agrippa D'Aubigné, Huguenot captain, poet, and defender of the faith, 1552-1630"

Another view of St. Pierre

Yet another St. Pierre

In front of an opera house in Old Geneva. There are statues like this everywhere.

Calvin Auditory. John Calvin actually used to preach here.

Random statue we thought was cool.

"This house has witnessed the birth of the Red Cross."

Nerding out over scientific antiquities.

I really love Rousseau.

I'm not kidding. I love him.

To my dismay, CERN is actually closed on Sundays. I was sad because I seriously love particle physics.

I cried a little.

Hold tight for some more from Lyon soon. I just need a nap to cure my sleep-deprivation induced double vision and auditory hallucinations. I am spending this weekend de-zombifying myself.

Cheers,

Your Egotistical Correspondent