The Aquitaine Progression [antikvár]

eneva. City of sunlight and bright reflections. Of billowing white sails on the laké - sturdy, irregular buildings above, their rippling images on the water below. Of myriad flowers surrounding blue-green pools of fountains duets of exploding colours. Of small quaint bridges arching over and beneath the glassy surfaces of man-made xmds to man-made sanctuaries that are tiny islands for lovers and friends and quiet negotiators. Reflections. Geneva, the old and the new. City of high medieval walls and glistening tinted glass, of sacred cathedrals and less holy institutions. Of sidewalk cafés and lakeside concerts, of miniatűré piers and gaily-painted boats that chug around the vast shoreline, the guides extolling the virtues - and the estimated value - of the lakefront estates which surely belonged to another time - ogled by tourists very much of the present. Geneva. City of purpose, dedicated to the necessity of dedication, frivolity tolerated only as it is intrinsic to the agenda or the deal. Laughter is measured, controlled - glances conveying approval of sufficiency or silently admonishing excess. The canton by the laké knows its soul. Its beauty coexists with industry, the balancé not only accepted but jealously guarded. Geneva. City alsó of the unexpected, predictability in conflict with sudden unwanted revelation, the violence of 9