We began our Geneva trip like we begin every morning: by complaining about being awake.
Eventually, though, we dragged ourselves out of bed, washed the travel off, and set out to conquer Geneva.
Cathédrale Saint-Pierre de Genève OR Saint Pierre Cathedral
We took a bus over to Geneva’s City Center and walked over to one of the city’s most historic attractions in the heart of Old Town.
The Saint Pierre Cathedral stands on a religious site used since the 4th century. It was constructed in its current state in the 12th century and given its permanent aesthetic in the 18th Century.
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The Archaeological Site Of The Saint Pierre Cathedral
Pretty darn cool.
There are multiple worship sites for different religions underneath the Cathedral.
So we grabbed some headphones and took a walking tour through the actual archaeological site, starting in the 3rd century BC and going all the way up to the 12th century.
Maison Tavel – Oldest House And Urban Museum
This is one of the best historical attractions in the city. DO NOT MISS IT.
Maison Tavel is the oldest private house in Geneva and has fascinating exhibits.
A virtual presentation tells the entire story of Geneva in one of the most interesting and entertaining ways that I’ve ever seen. And the items on display as well as the house itself reek of quality craftsmanship and historic beauty.
I friggin’ loved it.
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Ending The Day
We stopped in one last museum while in Old Town before finishing the day: The Espace Rousseau.
It is a historic audio and visual tour through the house that Geneva’s most famous citizen, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, was born in.
I had read some Rousseau back in school, so it sounded interesting to me, but it was a pretty dry experience.
I liked learning more about the man, but I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone visiting the city without a background in political theory or philosophy.
After that, we took a bus back to Annemasse (taking a chance that the driver wouldn’t check tickets after we crossed the French border. He didn’t).
As we walked back to the hotel, we stopped at a supermarket, bought sandwich materials, some éclairs and a bag of croissants.
(What? It’s France. You’re supposed to shove baked goods into your face hole until you lose consciousness. I believe it’s the country’s national slogan.)
Then we went home and passed out after a long day of walking and eating delicious treats.
Geneva is an expensive city. But it’s worth every penny. And every Swiss Franc too.