Geneva reminded me a bit of New Orleans. It was the French influence of course.
I couldn't resist snapping these photos of perfectly formed and decorated petit fours and macaroons in a patisserie window. (Rachel, this was for you.)
While Brian was busy with meetings all day I bravely explored the city alone. I headed towards the old part of town and happily came upon Cathedrale Saint-Pierre (Saint Peter's Cathedral).
I had no idea this church was so important during the Reformation. Here John Calvin began his ministry and preached his inspiring sermons. They even have his chair on display.
I was duly impressed with the organ in this cathedral. The pipes are a bit bigger than the ones at my church.
The architectural elements of this building captured my attention as well.
I climbed the north and south towers and discovered a beautiful view of the city.
The almond croissants in Geneva were heavenly, and I regret that I didn't buy more chocolate. But, after two nights in that historic city we were on a train bound for Venice, Italy. Ever the optimist, Brian assured me it would only be a four-hour trip. Hmph. It took seven, to be exact. I attempted to entertain myself by photographing the countryside as we whizzed by.
Our adventure had only just begun.