Old Geneva

Old Town

Vieille ville or Old Town was my favorite part of the city of Geneva. There is something soothing about walking around the ancient Medieval Cobblestone streets, looking in the windows of antique shops, and eating in a small bar or cafe. There was no rush in Geneva, no time schedule, no pressure. It was cold and rainy and my first full day was Sunday when many of the shops are closed so their proprietors can spend the day with family. There were only occasional patches of blue in the sky, but somehow, it felt good. The world was right…the way it has been for a thousand years in Old Town. There is an ease to Europe that intrigues me. Something different than in the U.S. that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s not better or worse, it simply exists differently. I long to explore it more, to understand.