There he is!
From our home exchange in the village of Confignon it is only about 7km into town -- not nearly enough to make Jolene's legs happy (i.e. tired) enough to rest for the remainder of the day. So... we always go to Geneva by heading the opposite direction, crossing the Rhone River at least twice, passing through several sunflower fields, backtracking at up to four times (Case's "nose" for direction doesn't always agree with the bike trails' planners'), and finally happening across the town almost by accident about the time Jolene wants a snack and Case is ready for a nap. For us, I suppose, it is this sort of experience that separates "travel" from "touring".
Case thought the engineering history of this attraction was of interest:
1 comment:
Well said.
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