Switzerland.  The very name conjures up images of rich chocolate.  Obviously, I had to visit.  From Avignon I took a (per norm, very expensive) train to Geneva.  I wanted to discover the birthplace of milk chocolate and the machine that gives modern chocolate its silky smooth consistency.  The rumors of Swis efficiency are certainly correct: the train arrived right on time, and the streets had more directional instructions than any I’ve seen before - each lane carefully demarcated for bicycles, pedestrians, or cars.  I also had the best meal I’ve had so far on my trip: a small restaurant serving Eritrean food - lentils, spiced beef, and salad served on a delicious crepe. (more…)