Stained glass and Annecy 2022

Aug 20th 2022, Saturday

Went to St. Paul church in Cologny

It's a pretty church with pretty stained windows

And art on the ceiling. Mass was in this small alcove in church.

Pretty colour combination...

I like all the blues and greens...

Oh, look at the ceiling...

Pretty arches, pretty church...

The altar reminds me of home... the sea and boat motif is quite common in my hometown at the tip of the Indian Peninsular.

Extremely fit Jesus...

A stick figure of Jesus in a small adjoining chapel...

The small chapel

The exterior of St. Paul church (church 36)

Then went to a café near the station, saw this library with esoteric books on the way...

One of the books I picked up at the free library

Had some croissants and a healthy bar at Cafe Boreal... it was okay. Then mom and dad did some souvenir shopping, and I just walked around looking at souvenirs. They've become pretty costly. Six or seven euros now, before it was two or three. Then me and Vinod went to the post office to exchange the five cents he had collected at home.

Then came home and had salad... slept a while.

Then got ready and headed for Annecy...

A man and his beautiful dog...

My sister shining bright in Annecy...

Picturesque Annecy... I thought it would be less crowded in the evenings, but it was teeming with people.

And flowers were missing at the moat..

Everyone just soaking up summer...

A librairie...

Arched pathways, old shutters...

Pretty corners..

Nam took a pic of me...

Pretty lamps...

Had to buy ice cream...

Then we drove back to Geneva and went to a Korean place for dinner, Gaya...

My sister is fascinated with Korean food (not the mention the Korean shows that are never-ending) and she ordered all the food...

Some prawns...

Some pancake...

Something...

Everything was just okay... I'm not exactly fond of this food.

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