Some pictures of a winter day in Geneva.
I have the week of and am not going anywhere for once. It is nice just getting up later than usual, having time to write (I never seem to have enough time for that), meet friends for lunch, dance and all this in a spontaneous order. Too bad it is only possible to be so free on weekends (which go by much too quickly) and on holidays.
If only there was a miracle recipe of being able to all the things we want (change professions, have more time to travel, etc.) in one life…
