|The view from my bedroom window|
This morning was pretty grim though. Almost three hours to get to work, which is pretty weird because again the roads were ok but traffic was awful, lining up to get through customs. I was so glad to finally make it to the border where I could hop on the bus, hunker down with a good book and leave everything else to the bus driver. I don't mind the winter really (especially when it starts so late like it has this year) and I don't even mind the cold (prefer it to sweltering heat anyway) but I don't like the commute much in the snow. In fact, a car passed me today on the motorway and I swear the car behind him was only about three metres from his rear bumper. Madness.
Geneva of course is pretty all year round but, like many places, particularly pretty in the snow.
|The view from my office on to the lake|