Whoever said that nothing ever
happens in Geneva, wasn’t in town this weekend!
Saturday I had to dash into town
to pick up a map that had finally arrived at one of the local bookstores. As
luck would have it – the Genevan police were celebrating their 200th
anniversary: one could watch them take care of a suspicious package; parade
some of the more spectacular cars and motorcycles; attend “rescue” operations;
sign up to become a policeperson or listen to the music – now I would love to
have those policemen on duty in some of the neighbourhoods – the singer even
had a decent voice!
In the afternoon I went down to
the next village where they were also officially opening the bypass tunnel to
the population and celebrating with the usual drink, hotdog and dessert stands.
Didn’t stay long as hadn’t properly gotten off the ground yet.
Sunday I needed to pick someone
up at the train station – and wow a Geneva I have never seen. The new station
was being officially opened to the public (inauguration with the politicians
had taken place some time before) and they had invited the Music School to
provide the entertainment – chorales, ensembles, musicians of all sorts all
over the place: I enjoyed some great jazz/gypsy music whilst waiting (www.maurice-klezmer.com) – almost regretted
not being able to check out the other spots around town.
Monday – now talk about what is
usually a totally dead day: it was. Only made the mad dash all the way across
town to check out sofa beds for the attic. On the return as there was going to
be traffic anyway, made a small detour and picked up burritos: yes you read
correctly, we finally have a sort of Tex-Mex fast food that actually resembles
that which we know and love.
Today, I needed to again go into
town (for much less entertaining, excuse the pun, reasons – the dentist). Afterwards I went down the main
tramline to do a couple of errands (o.k. to get some card stock and pick up
chocolates to console myself!). On one of the main squares a pianist who’s goal
is to compose and play in public: a cross between classical music and what I
believe is now called a “happening” or artistic “performance”: A lovely
interlude. www.julianlayn.com
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| Julian Layn, Swiss composer and pianist |
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| Julian Layn, Swiss composer and pianist |
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| Julian Layn, Swiss composer and pianist |
Who knows what’s on for tomorrow –
I intend heading back up to the mountains where the main entertainment is cows
in the fields and clouds in the skies.
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| Lakefront in Corsier, Switzerland |
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