Geneva is dreadful
I've been lots on business. Once I was put up in a hotel on the Rue de Berne, which forms the heart of a totally incongrous and very un-Swiss red light district. When I got there I saw a sign behind reception with prices of rooms by the hour. I didn't get a wink of sleep as roar after drunken roar from orgasmic, overweight German businessmen dumping their load inside dead-eyed, trafficed Latvian teenagers kept me awake all night.

I went with Mrs. S as well once, en route in the car to Italy. It pissed it down all day and we were charged approximately six hundred pounds for a plate of lumpy, grey fish in the only restaurant that was open - on a Wednesday lunchtime.

Awful city.
( Scrumper, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 9:43, Reply)