The next day - that'll be the Thursday- we went into Geneva. It was raining, the traffic was ghastly and we had trouble parking. I have mixed feelings about Geneva: on the one hand a noble tradition of free speech, on the other Calvinism- one of the most noxious, sadistic and hateful doctrines ever conceived by the mind of man. None of us enjoyed our stay. After a hurried lunch we drove along Lac Leman and found ourselves on a private road patrolled by security guards. We stopped to take pictures and a security guard approached- and asked us if we could give his vehicle a jump start.
In the evening we went to Matt's place and dropped off some stuff that Ruth had brought out from England for him.