Our friend Jeanette picked us up at the Nyon train station. After dropping our bags off at her place, we left for a town called Bogis-Bossey where we ate a wonderful meal with Mrs. TBF's work colleagues at a place called Auberge de Bogis-Bossey.
The meal was great. I felt a little bit guilty about the fact that I was sitting next to Atul (a vegetarian), and I order foie gras for my appetizer and veal organ meat (ris de veau) for my main course. OK...I felt guilty for about four seconds, and then my body was taken over by my carnivorous instincts. We drank some nice French wine, ate some nice French cheese, and had a really nice time.

Simon - Mrs. TBF's boss - doesn't really like being touched. But, I was feeling so elated after the meal that I decided to give him a big bear-hug. Sorry Simon!
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I was ready to give Switzerland a big green finger until I moved down here in Suisse Romande. Now I too never want to leave. Actually, in retrospect, I think I just hated Zurich, I think I could be happy in Basel, and I know I would hate Geneva. But Lausanne and La Cote (I work near Nyon) = La Good Life! I so agree with you. Something about the mix between Swiss and French.
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