What do you do when you have a couple of hours to kill in Geneva while waiting for your next bus?
Well, if you’re me, you’re probably going to eat. [Even if you have stomach ulcers and feel like you’re slowly dying.]
This post feels like cheating because I literally didn’t do anything in Geneva, but it was such a travel-heavy day that I did want to talk about how we got to Chamonix a little. We took a Flixbus to Geneva, then hopped on a Ouibus to Chamonix. Even though Chamonix is technically in France, Geneva is actually the closest major city, hence all the border jumping.
The place we ended up eating at – The Cottage Café – was right by the bus stop and had the cutest atmosphere and snacks at a pretty reasonable price. Since it was too short of a stop to justify any sort of currency exchange, I went the lazy/bad traveler way and just used my French card.
And that’s all! Thanks for reading, I’ll be back to my Tuesday/Thursday/Friday/Sunday schedule with posts about my Chamonix trip and life in France from here on out!