2nd August 1991 Deb and the girls and i went down to the lake and had an ice-cream… the lake was steely-grey and quite rough, it seemed just like the sea, with street lights and bar lights shining on to it, dancing on its surface. We walked out on a jetty, and looked across to the busy hotels on the other side, and watched the lighthouse blinking white light across the water – more ornamental than useful. Deborah and I sat in an orange-lit cafe on the edge of the lake and drank coffee and chatted… I love Geneva with its cosmopolitan population and its warmth and colour. I really like its atmosphere, it’s busy and bright, with people enjoying the sun, but coming out in a party mood after dark. I want to come back, again and again, to experience this city where all the countries of the world seem to meet in good spirit… Given the choice, I’d live here, but il faut vraiment que je m’epouse avec un rich man to do that!
