Day Date

We have Tourist Tuesdays, Wandering Wednesdays. This past Saturday we had a Day Date. All these excursions are a chance for my husband and me to explore whatever is around us as a couple who are curious about all things, love to learn, and love each other. We become more than writers, journalist, golfer, dog parents, cooks, garbage removers, cleaners, etc. and the many roles and functions we assume daily.

Our goal was lunch in Geneva’s Vielle Ville and the Reformation Museum.

We found a table for two in the Cafe Bourg du Four a restaurant that has existed since 1874. One wall had caricatures, most of whom we could not identify. I think one was a cartoonist. The atmosphere was definitely old Swiss with wooden tables and dark walls.

A couple sat next to us with their 12-year-old Yorkie-Maltese mix named Pauline. Sherlock, our dog, would have loved her, but he was home, probably sulking.

“They have the best roesti,” the man told us. We took his advice about the Swiss German national dish resembling shredded home fires. I ordered mine with aubergine, jambon and mozzarella. Rick selected an egg-bacon combination. The man was right. We chatted with the couple about other things such as how and why we were in Switzerland, their pup, ours and whatever popped into our heads. Rick even managed some French, a result of his intensive lessons.

After lunch, we walked by Calvin’s church to the museum, which is relatively new but in a building where the earlier reformers had met.

The museum was extremely well done, combining old books from the reformers themselves with a modern film and in-depth explanations. If we were to have read everything, we would have been able to write a book about the Reformation.

We were content with an overview of the period that so explains a time in the city where we’ve chosen to live.

This was my second visit. During the first, I was researching my novel, Murder in Geneva.

We agreed as we headed home, that Old White Men had ruled in a way that combined power and had made people’s lives drab at best. But that would be another blog.