I cannot lie. We are all melting in Geneva. It was a hot Saturday, humid and with no sun. The worst of the best kind of weather. I thought it was meant to be summer, but without the summer sun, we are nothing but sweltering boules de glade melting in the humidity.
Nor has it been my most productive day. I was even unable to get into my book. Better luck tomorrow I should hope, that is unless the day is sunless and humid. I think it would rain tomorrow so an ideal day to stay indoors and rearrange drawers and read. And who would have thought this is July in Geneva?