After exploring Chillon we had half-day left and few choices. We could take a boat from the castle and disembark either in Mountrex or in Lausanne, both on the way to Geneva anyway. Or we can just take a train and return home for an early night. It would definitely be a shame to loose […]
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There are seven pillars of Gothic mould, In Chillon’s dungeons deep and old, There are seven columns, massy and grey, Dim with a dull imprison’d ray, A sunbeam which hath lost its way … With all my love for poetry, Byron isn’t in my top ten list…However, I made an effort to read one of his
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Walking down (and up!) the streets of Old Town in Geneva, although interesting, yet quite exhausting. So when we came across a museum, we sighed with relief – at least they have chairs in some of exhibition halls. The museum turned out to be Museum of Reformation. So I had a chance to learn something
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