Thing #12 that I love about Geneva - Chestnuts!

The sun is beating a hasty retreat from our climes. It's damn chilly. Kinda grey and ugly out. But hey! We a have a compensation! Chestnuts!!!!!

Yup folks, it is chestnut season in Geneva. I'm pretty sure that the ones growing in our parks are of the horse variety (i.e. Don't eat unless you have hooves) but they are sooo be-you-tiful.

I love walking through the Parc des Bastions and seeing the promenade littered with these shiny little balls. Sure, you better watch where you walk/bike or you could suddenly find yourself staring at the sky with a concussion, but small price to pay for being able to pick up these smooth lovelies and rub your thumbs over them.

You have to be careful though when you start picking them up off the ground. The gathering becomes addictive and you just can't stop. Soon you find yourself standing in the middle of the park with approximately 23 kilos of chestnuts stuffed into your pockets, bag, a pouch you made by holding your sweater up from your waist. You start throwing elbows and shoving little kids aside to grab ones that particularly catch your eye. In short, you look like a mutant, motley squirrel. Greedy and on steroids. Not pretty.

But the chestnuts. Oh so pretty. Preeeeety.