When it comes to scenery I have long
said that most places can be found somewhere else in the world. The Dolomites aren’t too much different from
the Grand Tetons; desserts have their variations in color, light and plants,
still they resemble each other; although on different continents Niagara Falls,
Victoria Falls and the Iguacu Falls have things in common as do the thin
threads of falls be they in Yosemite or the alps; glaciers in Alaska resemble
those elsewhere and the list continues. Yes, I know that a geologist can tell
the difference; I know that the indigent birds and animals can vary – still to
the tourist or layman’s eye one often searches for that other place that one
has seen, which so resembles the new find. There’s even a mini Grand Canyon in
Iceland!
This was brought home to me again
this morning as I walked in the opposite direction from that I usually take. I
wandered to the edge of the lake in the park: the Jura mountains were behind a
veil of fog, a small breeze made mini waves coming in to the shore – there was
nothing to distinguish the Lac Léman from Michigan Lake or even parts of the
coast on the Pacific Ocean.
The only clues that one was perhaps
indeed not elsewhere were in the Mallard ducks on the lawn (although those can
also be found elsewhere in similar settings) and the planes taking off through
the clouds in the not-too-far distance – but again San Francisco airport lies
on a bay as I am sure do others. The
only true sign that I was where I thought I was: the Swiss flag blowing in the
breeze a couple of houses up the lake.
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| La Savonnière, Collonge-Bellerive |
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| La Savonnière, Collonge-Bellerive |
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