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May 8, 2004 Saturday Carouge Saturday at the Carouge is the place to be to get fresh farm produce and a taste of the flea market. It's a 20-minute tram ride from Gare de Cornavin (city center). I helped myself to some pickled olives before I headed back on foot. Along the way, I passed by Plainpalaise, another flea market. It was cold so I haggled for a toque. I left so many toques in Canada so I felt stupid having to buy another one here. Geneva's shortcoming on lack of public washrooms is compensated by the abundance of potable glacier-fed spring water fountains. Continuing my walk, I stopped by Old Town again and explored the magnificent Cathedral de St. Pierre. Like most churches in Europe, this is perched atop a hill providing a splendid view of the city and Geneva Lake. I thought it was spared the vestiges of tourism until I saw a F3 admission fee to climb up the tower. As I walked, I came upon a boucherie selling Bresse Chicken. It is the only living thing in France accorded its own appellation. It lives a life of pampered luxury before it's eventual fate on the dinning table. As tempted as I was in getting it for a home roasted dinner, it would have been wreck less for me to do so - not at F60 for one raw chicken ($60 Canadian or P2400). Dinner at the Quigeleys Ginny and I walked up to John Q's place for dinner, which consisted with pasta, grilled rack of lamb, Bordeaux and Chateauneuf de Pape. He heads up a Franciscan NGO fighting for the right to development. His apartment, which he shares with Jean Luc, provides almost a 360-degree view of the city. Pat and Virginia also joined us. It was interesting to listen to them discuss world affairs from a development and human rights perspective.ARCHIVE 2025:
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