Edwin grabbed the reins with both hands today and led us on an adventure through beautiful towns around Lake Geneva. Saint-Saphorin, in my opinion, was the clear winner. It’s woven into the Lavaux vineyards, which are part of the UNESCO World Heritage.
We began our walk high above the lakeside and came across a bridge that ran over the railroad tracks and down to the water. A rock held a diving board, and I lamented the fact that we did not have our bathing suits with us. The water is clear and blue and just the right temperature to be refreshing but not shocking.
After wading in the water, hunting for rocks, and sunning ourselves, we crossed back over the railroad tracks and the road and began our climb up a steep street. I heard violin music floating down from an open window and passed a children’s school. What would I have given to go to a school with this view?!
Once we got to the top of the street, we turned off onto a narrow road cut into the hillside between two of the many terraces of the vineyards.
After Saint-Saphorin, drove around the lake to Montreux, also beautiful and much bigger. Then we were on to Yvoire, a medieval town that is now full of shops. I have to admit I got the feeling I was in Busch Gardens. This is probably an insult to Yvoire and a compliment for Busch Gardens.
We pushed it by making a last stop in Geneva. We were tired and had no plan and ended up having to drive 62 miles back to our place in heavy rain.
The day had a good end, though. By the time we got back to the village, the clouds had cleared and the last rays of sun where hitting the steep slopes where cows munched grass, their bells softly tinkling around their necks. And six little kittens were padding around in front of the barn when we got to our place.
My Corner of the Village 