Walking Around Geneva...

Since the rains had stopped while we were in the museum, we walked back to the Christmas market.

Frankly, the only thing we could afford was this giant pretzel (or rather two giant pretzels).

He summed up well what I thought of the Christmas market.

Geneva was nice, but didn’t have the charm of Lucerne or Zurich.

That evening we roasted marshmellows in the wood burning stove in the living room in order to make s’mores.