We didn’t visit in the old center of Annecy. We really just took a big walk around the lake. I really want to go back in the summer. I think Annecy must be one of the most beautiful cities in the world in the summer. We are planning on taking Angel Girl this summer and leaving Sweet Bear and Petite Clown at their grandparents house. The two littlest girls would much rather play in the backyard of my inlaws than drive to Annecy and back in the car. They are great in the car considering their age but it is really hard on them. They were out when we got back to Strasbourg. We just carried them straight from the car to bed.
After our walk, we decided to drive to Geneva. I don’t recommend Geneva unless you have alot of time to deal with the traffic and find a place to park which is no easy task. We gave up and left driving towards Nyon. I think Geneva is for work and not really for tourism or resting after a long drive.
All of the fountains in Nyon were decorated for Easter. The girls were delighted to find one after another during our search for a place to rest and eat after a long drive. I found the explanation on an interesting website, Swissworld.org, explaining Easter traditions in Switzerland.
In Nyon, near Geneva, the town’s fountains are decorated with flowers, ribbons and eggs – in line with an old German tradition of celebrating the melting of the snows and the return of water to the fountains.
The girls, also, enjoyed Easter Bunny cookies. There were many playgrounds and public restrooms in Nyon making it a city that is family friendly.
Nyon was founded by the Romans between 50 and 44 BC. Nyon has a Roman Museum which we were not able to visit due to time restraints.
We made another stop in Neuchâtel, Switzerland to rest and stretch our legs. The girls and I were walking along the lake which is breathtaking when we met a little girl speaking to me in French. We were traveling through the French part of Switzerland. I understood her and asked her where her mother was in French. She told me she didn’t know. I walked down to a group of three women and their children thinking that she belonged to them. No, they had no clue who she was. Finally, after starting back to get my husband to help me either find her parents or take her to the police, her mother and father came walking towards us. The look on her mother’s face was clear…relief that she had found her daughter and the fear that her little stinker was gone slipping away. Her daughter had wondered from her sister on the way back home. The sister is who she kept asking for over and over. They lived just near the lake which must be wonderful. The mother heard my accent when I spoke French and started speaking to me in English with no accent…meaning she had an American accent. I didn’t ask her if she were American. Under the circumstances it really wasn’t important. During our drive back through Switzerland I heard many people speaking English with American or English accents. It is was like being in Alsace.
Street in Neuchâtel, Switzerland
Another view of the same street in Neuchâtel, Switzerland