What better to do than take a trip to a nearby medieval town.
Meg had the camera which is always a treat - she sees things that are not evident until you look at the pictures that she takes.
In the afternoon, Tim and Norm went cross-country skiing, and the rest of us went to Nyon - a charming town full of alleyways and chateaux and Roman ruins perched on the side of Lake Geneva with lovely manicured walks through well-organized French gardens. And everyone has un petit chien that trots along at their heels - chihuahuas, yorkies, tiny little things that are not yappy, surprisingly.
Seems so much more exotic than Halifax somehow. We are getting used to crossing back and forth across the Swiss French border - remembering our passports is difficult but getting more instinctive when we leave the house. Wine is amazingly varied and affordable - Sue and I have found our house blend - a muscat that costs $2 Euros per bottle - which is about $3 Canadian...life is good.
Trying to plan trips to Zermatt and the Matterhorn, and a tour of Italy that includes Rome, Florence and Vienna...the lack of pressure is a god send. Only my knitting is stressing me out. I think I dropped a stitch this morning...
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