Geneva 2010
Our Delta flight zoomed us from Seattle to Amsterdam, then
into Geneva.
We picked up FREE transit tickets from a machine at the
airport, and then boarded Bus #5 which took us to our hotel. En route bare
trees lacy from a light snowfall were interspersed with Swiss chalets. My
enjoyment of this winter wonderland was peppered with thoughts like: “How will
we find the hotel once we leave the warm bus?” And “ Is international travel
actually glamorous?”
We joined meeting participants from around the world for
dinner at “Bagatelle’s”. Our main concern was staying awake despite the major
JET LAG. It didn’t seem the time to sample the house specialty, beef tartar,
although several people did.
Our Hotel Les Nations is small and full of Swiss art. We are
in a neighborhood full of United Nations -related buildings. Each floor of the
hotel has a display: clocks, door -knockers, shoe and hat lasts, room keys. A
mural decorates the building’s back, depicting villagers moving their cattle to
higher land. Some nice paintings keep us company in the dining room. We each
received a transit pass good for the week. I’m tempted to take the yellow ferry
on Lac Leman if it warms up a bit. How I love to sail on this beautiful lake.
For my first day’s adventure, I planned to see the
Giacometti exhibit at the Musee Rath. However, when I arrived it was closed, so
I climbed the hill up to the old town. I
spotted a bookstore boasting beautiful leather-bound old books, some with
that ‘used’ but not ruined patina. In
response to my request for touring advice, the bookseller recommended two spots.
His selections were perfect for my tastes! I suspect booksellers and librarians
share many interests.
International Museum of the Reformation
The International Museum of the Reformation is outstanding!
Harry Potter fans will smile as they see Martin Luther and John Calvin telling
their stories from the fancy mirror in the drawing room .The narration and
interactive exhibits inform and entertain. My Catholic education gave credit to
Luther for his good intentions, but painted Calvin and Knox with unflattering
brushes. In this museum we hear “the other side “ of the story. It is very
provocative for me. It is so sad to
think of the inhuman deeds done in the name of religion! There must be a need to elevate our religious
leaders, thus tempting them to believe they’re preternatural and deserving of
privilege. Ingeniously, there is a tiny chapel tucked away where one can
meditate while listening to liturgical music of the time.
Cathedrale Saint Pierre
Nearby St. Peter’s was very worth the visit. I climbed the
157steps of the north tower to get a view of the city and lakeshore. About 2/3
of the way up, I realized no one on earth knew I was in that narrow, old stone
staircase. I gulped for air and realized my sea level lungs were adjusting to a
much higher elevation. Yikes! This from someone who begs Mike not to use a
ladder unless I’m in the house to rescue him. All went well until I stepped out
onto the icy floor of the outside balcony. If I took a moment away from
clinging to the ancient stone banister, I could notice the exquisite panoramic
view of Geneva, the lake, and the mountains. I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Climbing all those steep steps at my age!
My joy was temporary. When I tried the immense wooden doors to the
inside staircase, they were locked!
I made my way around the tower to a door that let me back
inside. Descending was a relief. I saw no one at all during my climb or
descent. (Read off-season)
Downstairs in the cathedral, technology shows the different
layers of ‘churches’ built one upon the other through the ages. (Allobrogians,
Romans, Medieval Christians). The archeologists working there welcome input
from visitors and scholars. Their excavations are well lit. A taped narrative
explains the findings. Seeing the indentations made when bells were forged,
seeing the actual burial pits, baptismal pools, monks’ cells carved into the
stone made the trip downstairs fascinating.
Red Cross Museum
My Sumatran friend Rima and I took the bus from the hotel on
a cold morning. Approaching the museum we see a huddle of stone figures aptly
named ‘Petrified.’ We descend the stairs into the dark reality of man’s
inhumanity to man. The fate of prisoners is emphasized although service to
natural disaster victims is included in the powerful depictions. War footage is sad to watch. Life size
dioramas depict rescues, medical intervention, supplies given. It is a somber
place weighted down by the suffering effectively depicted.
Rima related to the
flooding disasters depicted. It has not been long since her country suffered
from a terrible tsunami. In one section
of the museum there are tall shelves holding boxes containing a card for each
prisoner of World War I. The Red Cross performed an invaluable service,
notifying next of kin. Seeing a card for each known prisoner intensifies our
understanding of the scope of this tragedy.
Masons emporium is like a city within the city of Geneva.
Are you in the mood for fresh sweet plantains? Designer clothes at steep
discounts? A wooden cuckoo clock?
We ate lunch with swarms of locals who, like us, had elbowed
their way past delectable-looking food displays. We squeezed ourselves next to
strangers and focused on very tasty food. How they keep so many people happy
with such hot entrees and fresh pastries is impressive. Not the quiet place for
that romantic lunch however.
As Mike and I were bundled up and ready to walk to dinner,
we had the good fortune of running into Netty Mbatha from South Africa. Brave
soul in high heels and no hat, she accepted our invite to join us. I had passed
a cute restaurant with award-winning bouillabaisse- just the thing to warm our
insides. Too bad what I thought was a short walk turned into a great long haul
with wind raising the chill factor. We entered an empty restaurant (not a good
advertisement) and sat down. Sorry, they were out of the fish soup. Oh well,
how about a glass of wine? Only French and Swiss wines proffered. When we
chauvinistically reminded the café owner that South Africa and Washington State
respectively, had fabulous wines, too; he said his clientele only selects Swiss
and French wines. In fact, we had wonderful Swiss wines
that week. The restaurant was full when we left.
Rath Museum
Musee Rath is just the right size for the Giacometti
exhibition. The building, like many in Geneva, is grand. There is space between
works making it easy to muse and linger. Seeing a body of work is its own
tutorial. Hey, I think “ Walking Man” is worth the $104.3 million making it the
highest price ever paid for art at an auction!
We slipped and slid along the icy sidewalks to Café Lyrique
, a charming old world café with a cadre of highly skilled waiters. My mushroom
and escargots dish was delicious. You never could have convinced me as a child
that I would gush over such foods.
Lausanne
After the final day of meetings, we boarded the train for
Lausanne. We arrived on time, standing outside so our friends Guy and Rosemarie
Bonnard could scoop us up. After a few minutes, I told Mike I’d wait inside.
After many minutes we wondered where they were. Meanwhile, they were walking up
and down the tracks trying to find us! They drove us to their lovely home on
Lake Geneva. We dressed for dinner, enjoyed some Port and reveled in the
elegance and beauty of Hotel Beau Rivage. The presentation of food was artful.
This is the dreamy site of the Bonnard’s son’s wedding reception.
The Valais Canton
Oh to grow old in a land where one can board a train to
Valais then tram to the Crans-Montana resort in the mountains, stroll, hike,
dine alfresco with our faces to the sun and then repeat our journey back
home. How Swiss is that? Guy’s pasta
dinner was perfect after our day outdoors.
Morning at the Bonnard-Bonner residence
The light is streaming into our room. We see the Alps and
Lake Geneva out our window. Downstairs the beautiful light warms our breakfast
of pear bread, coffee, hot chocolate and cheese.
On Valentine’s Day, Rosemarie asks if I’d like an egg. No
thanks, I reply. I will enjoy the magnificent golden braided loaf of bread with
Swiss cheeses. She asks me the same question again. No thanks. When she asks a
third time, I say ‘Yes’. Then I smile at the heart-shaped fried egg on my delicate
china plate! Friends are precious.
Musee Stradler of Fondation de l’Hermitage
Franz Marc’s “Dog Sleeping in the Snow” was my favorite
painting in this exhibit space. A new look at a familiar scene. Again, the
building itself warrants notice and appreciation. The view from the hillside is
spectacular. Impressionist and Post-Impressionist share the space with Chinese
porcelain and temporary exhibits. Since I was in the midst of physical therapy
for a tight hamstring, I lingered over the Degas sculpture of a dancer doing a
thigh stretch!
We stopped for pastries at Vincent Café, and then enjoyed
them with tea that afternoon.
Our farewell dinner featured Raclette and finished with
little valentine cookies. Oh yes, we were spoiled. While Guy and Rosemarie were
chopping and slicing, Mike and I visited with their son, Vincent and his wife, Sarah.
We caught the train back to Geneva, overnighting at the Ramada airport hotel and asking for an
impossibly early wakeup call. My seatmate on the trip back home was an
international judge of team ice-skating. Since this is my granddaughter’s
passion, it was fun to chat about the criteria. She knew of Sydney’s coach in
Warwick. Small world.
But…………not small enough! It took me two weeks to sleep
through the night. Where is that cure for jet lag?
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