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A Sunday in Geneva

Back home in Madras, Sunday is always magical and that's primarily because of the choir in St. Theresa's church and Lourdes church. The choir in St. Theresa's (in the mass that I attend) is without a doubt the best I've heard in all the churches I've been to. These choirs tend to give you a natural high, they put a zing in your bones that buzzes throughout the day. This Sunday, I attended mass in the English speaking church in Geneva...
St. Nicholas De Flue, and there wasn't any choir... everybody had gone home for vacation. But it got over quite soon, the priests here do not drone on like they do back home.
The day was quite bright so we decided to visit a few known nuns from our hometown
And this is their quaint little chapel...

Saw this stunning statue inside... an African Mother Mary and Baby Jesus
After socialising with the nuns, we headed out to Plainpalais where a Farmer's market takes place every Sunday. Farmers, bakers and many other food stalls are set up for people to buy and eat fresh food.
Here are different types of olives... we bought some of this.
Different kinds of cheese and cured meat...
More sausages and cured meat...
This was our Sunday lunch, roast potatoes cooked in chicken fat...
And this roast chicken sandwich which my sister loved...
and some hazelnut icecream... then we came home and slept.
Made pav bhaji the next day for my brother to take to work... packed extra for his colleagues. 
This is usually the breakfast I eat out here; a little cornflakes, a little muesli with bananas, grapes and since I am not fond of milk I eat it with yogurt.
On August 15th, we went to Notre Dame cathedral to attend the evening mass... 
Then came home and Nam made some good bibimbap for us... 

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