What I didn’t realize however is that Geneva isn’t on the euro, it’s on the Swiss Franc which means I didn’t have any currency of value and couldn’t be bothered to exchange some just for a nice coffee and croissant. I ended up sitting in the cold waiting room reading British Glamour and trying to ignore the woman next to me bitching out the guy she was with in French in front of her young daughter. I couldn’t help but feel bad after she was through bitching and the little girl went up to the just bitched at by her mother guy and gave him a big hug.
Anywho I finally caught the train and ate my tube of Pringles (which I smartly bought in Rouen for my travels) for lunch while admiring the passing view of Lake Geneva.
Finally grabbed some real food (a Panini) during my transfer in Milan and arrived in Bologna at around 7pm where Dan and I had dinner and then went to a bar for his friend’s birthday.
Or perhaps I should say we spent 45 minutes looking for the bar and then the last 10 minutes at the bar before it closed. The weird thing about Italy is that restaurants and bars generally or not very well marked. The only way we found the bar was that Dan knew we were in the right place and asked one of the other bars if there was an “upstairs” bar (a location tip given to him by his friend). The guy points to a door that is completely closed. Fortunately someone came out and Dan quickly slipped in and got us in (probably because he speaks Italian) even though they were closing.
The bar itself was really odd. It was almost like we were in someone’s house. There were no chairs or tables; people were instead sitting on cushions scattered around the hardwood floor in a room that looked like a dance studio. I wish I had more time there to check it out. It was a pretty cool place.
The rest of my time in Bologna was checking out the town square:
Wondering why Rouen doesn’t have this rain avoiding architecture:
And chilling out and eating gelato. It was some good shit:
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