If you turned the other way while passing the Caran D'Ache pencil factory, this is what you saw: the Avenue de Frontenex...Note the looming purplish mass of the Jura mountains, above the rooftops. They, and the trees, hint at early spring. I can almost feel the cool breeze and smell the pencil lead behind me...this photo was taken in 1967 or thereabouts, my halcyon days as a Genevese schoolboy.
And to think that once I was so eager to leave that city that I'd have gone anywhere. (And did: the Hellenic-American Institute in Athens.) Now I'd give anything to move back. But my Geneva dwells in the long-ago. And here it is.
