The Jet d'eau from la Rive DroiteYesterday, Sunday, the hubby and I piled ourselves and the dog into our little ford fiesta and drove down to Geneva to see the 4e Montgonfliades international de Geneve - the 4th annual Hot Air Balloon Festival. Just imagine all those bright colored balloons floating lazily above Lac Leman (lake Geneva to English speakers) the white peaks of Mont Blanc and the rest of the French Alps as a backdrop. A stunning image, wouldn't you imagine? Well, we'll all just keep on imagining what it might look like because we didn't see a single balloon. Not one. "Where were they?" you might inquire. I'd sure like to know that myself. I don't have a clue where the darned things were. Certainly not in Geneva!
Regardless, we still had a nice afternoon, albeit a chilly one, strolling around the parks. I can only remember the name of one Park Barton. I discovered my favorite Geneva statue in this park. What else could you ask for at a playground than a statue of a naked little boy strangling a goose? I say, "Go get 'em, Tiger."
We also discovered the History of Science Museum. We had Ally with us so we didn't go in...well, we each ran in to use les toilettes, but not to look around. We'll have to go back some time seeing as it's free admission and the hubby is a scientist and all. There were some scientific stuff scattered around outside that you could play with, which was great fun.
I don't remember which family lived in this house back in the day and then donated it to the city....but, can you 
imagine living in such a place? It would be amazing! To awake each morning to such a view of the lake and the mountains would be stunning. In case you hadn't guessed it the lawn sweeps down to the lake. Or, at least, to the paved pedestrian path by the lake. You can't see it too well but in the far away picture of the museum there is a man lying face down on a bed of newspapers. It was so strange to see. People (us included) kept stopping and staring trying to figure out if he was alright. Two women actually had the courage to walk up to where the man was lying. They didn't get too close. They stood a few feet away cautiously circling him and leaning in to get a closer look. Presumably they saw him breathing because eventually they shrugged their shoulders at one another and sauntered away. I took this a proof that the man was still alive and just wanted to take a cold nap in the middle of the day in the middle of the park. Pourquoi pas? (poor-kwa pah) Why not? 
We wandered around the parkplaying and enjoying the day till we got hungry and decided to call it a day and head home to make some nice, American, hamburgers!
Oh, the hubby wouldn't take a spin on this self propelled carousel because it gives him motion sickness, ah pauvre bebe! (pah- vre bay-bay)
le petit train that give tours (I think) isn't it too cut?
and last, but not least, mon mari devant lac leman
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