During my civil servant days, I was frequently in Geneva, participating in various UN committees. Then, on my way to work every morning, I’d stop and have a look at this broken chair across the street from the UN headquarters at Palais des Nations.
Ah, St Moritz. The name brings to mind a gorgeous summer holiday in Torquay. I was 16 and he was tall, blond, a little shy and had the most beautiful smile. I’ll call him Hanspeter, because that was his name. When business took me to St Moritz one September day a few years ago, well, […]
For more than 75 years, the charming Cafe de Paris in Geneva on 26 Rue de Mont-Blanc, a 45-second-walk from Cornavin, the central railway station, has been a local institution. And it’s still going strong, despite – or perhaps because – it only has one item on the menu: Entrecote Café de Paris avec les […]
The UN building is imposing (just a tiny bit of it is seen here), the hallways long and humming with activity. More often than not, the hallways and the delegates salons are where important discussions take place, disagreements sorted out, compromises made.
I love walking across borders and try to do that whenever I can. It’s still fun in Africa – say, between South Africa and Lesotho, or Asia, even between USA and Mexico or any place where borders still mean something. Sadly (in a nostalgic sense, that is), this is no longer the case in Europe. […]
One Sunday morning in September, I found myself with an entire day completely open before a late night flight from Zurich. Idly leafing through a book about Lake Constance in a kiosk, the page for Stein-am-Rhein just popped open. I had never heard the name before, but knew immediately I had to see it. So […]