What Happens When 3 Kids Are Released for the Day

The night before this one was long. I did work and wasted time in general, and Arturo and Michelle went clubbing until 6 in the morning. Did this stop our desire to take advantage of our day of no classes due to Le jeûne genevois? Absolutely not. I contacted Michelle and Arturo at around 12:45 on Thursday, posing the question of whether they would like to go into Geneva for the paddle boating we had been planning on doing for a while. Michelle responded immediately in the affirmative, and Arturo followed suit shortly thereafter. I took my train at 13:33 and we met at 14:00 in Geneva!

By the way, I apologize in advance for some of the links being in French and for the French conversation in the third paragraph. Google translate = new best friend? We walked around the harbor, in hot pursuit of a paddle boating place open for business (damn those Swiss who do not believe in keeping shops open on holidays). We did an about-face and crossed over to Vieille Ville, where we walked through a park. There, we encountered quite a few street performers, the most colorful of whom was a couple who controlled hippie puppets on a stage with music playing in the background (of course, the little musicians danced and all that jazz). They are featured in the slideshow. Oh, also, I took a picture by L’horloge fleurie (the flower clock)!

Having nothing better to do, we decided to poke around and see if any museums were open. I remembered where all of the museums should be, but because I did not have a map, I decided to ask two police officers. I asked the first one, “Où se trouve la Maison Tavel?” La Maison Tavel is a museum in Vielle Ville <–[notice how this link is in English!], and he responded with, “Ah, vous restez là?” I cocked my head to one side and said, “Non, c’est un musée…” The other guy started laughing and joked that the first officer really needed some sleep. The first guy understood and felt embarrassed, so he took out his iPhone to ask, “Ce musée-ci?” I told him yes. He clearly forgot how to get there because he paused for a minute, so instead I asked him where I could find La Paroisse de Saint-Pierre, also known as Calvin’s church and he said that all we needed to do was climb some stairs one block away. He turned to me and asked facetiously if he should look up a picture of the stairs on his phone so he could count the number of steps for us, and I was a little taken aback because he was the one who was so keen on showing me pictures! I told him we had more than enough information to get us there. All three of us thanked them profusely and went on our way.

We didn’t actually go to the museum or the church; these were merely our place markers. Instead, we passed by Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s birthplace and inquired within if the museum was open. The girl was nice, but she reluctantly said that the museum closes in 30 minutes and the audio tour takes exactly 30 minutes. We paid her the reduced rate of 3 Swiss francs for the tour (if only it had been free…) and went upstairs. None of us expected the museum to look like this… We thought we would see his house the way it looked of old! Turns out they renovated the house and added a whole tourist-y aspect to it, with audio and video features. The only historic remnant was the fireplace! Thanks, guys. Thanks. I took three pictures in the museum: two of them were quick “ambiance” pictures and one was a picture that says, “Rousseau en habit d’arménien” and means, Rousseau dressed as an Armenian. I wondered what that meant, and so here is a description!

According to David Edmonds and John Eidinow, Rousseau had taken to dressing in an Armenian costume, consisting of a jacket, caftan, fur cap with gold tassel, and a silk belt, because the ‘loose caftan made it easier for him to cope with his ever more taxing bladder condition.’ (Rousseau suffered a congenital deformity of his urinary tract.) The choice of an Armenian outfit, rather than any other suitably exotic loose-fitting costume, may have simply been chance – an Armenian tailor happened to pass through Montmorency at that time.

WikiAnswers–I am not afraid to use this source!

The museum was rather educational! Oh, and we took two photos by the longest wooden bench in the world. No big deal. The three of us were so tired and warm that we wanted to swim. But where to do so? In Nyon, of course! Only problem was that I didn’t have enough time to return home to grab my bathing suit (the two of them live in Nyon so it wasn’t a problem for them). Michelle told me that she unfortunately only had one bikini, but Arturo said he had some shorts he could lend me. I thought, sure, what the heck. We took the train to Nyon, I came over Arturo’s house and he offered me some shorts and white Under Armor shirt–I looked so pleasant. 😛 The beach was nice, but the water was so cold!! We swam a little and got out immediately.

This wasn’t enough of an adventure, OBVIOUSLY. Arturo and Michelle told me that when they went discovering in Nyon the other day, they found a mini-zipline in a park nearby. I wanted to see it, so we ran there! We took some really ridiculous photos on the zipline, but I only posted mine here so that they wouldn’t get embarrassed. There was actually a strange-looking jungle gym right next to the zipline…and I thought we should get some more childish photos…so we created another photo session there!

The slideshow is below! Let the silliness ensue.

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