Saturday, May 28, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Day 7 - from Cathedrale to Hell
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Day 2 - thank god for inventing digital
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Friday, May 13, 2005
Russian Church
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 2:38 PM :: Geneva, Rue Charles-Galland
Not something I expected to see...
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Copyright © 2006 Olga Khroustaleva
PKT said on Thursday, May 19, 2005 at 3:50 PM
When I was 10, my family visited Geneva and during the years after that, my memories of Geneva funneled down to McDonald's (we were living in France where they didn't have any McDo), the Jet d'eau, the Swiss Army Knife shops, and gold. Yes, for some reason, which I could not remember, when I thought of Geneva, I thought of gold. And more specifically, I thought of gold pointy things. It wasn't until I went back to Geneva in 2003 and saw this church that I realized this was my memory of Geneva gold. True story.