Now I live near the southern shore of the largest lake in Europe, Lac Leman, aka Lake Geneva. It takes a couple hours to drive around; walking would require days. Yet it, too, has an intimacy which has grown on me steadily over several years. Certainly for "our part" of the lake with which we have become very familiar. Every day, indeed every hour, the lake has a different "mood," depending on the clouds, sunlight, wave-inducing winds, and the variations in the colours of the water.
Nearby there are two fixed docks, Port Bellerive and Port Bleu.
When I look to the west from either of our ports, I can see if the Jet d'Eau is on; it usually spouts up around 9 in the morning. To the east, beyond our view, is Montreux, home of the famous jazz festival, where the Alps huddle close to the lake and the views are spectacular.
Lac Leman is so large, it is said it takes a drop of water 11 years to flow from one end to the other, then into the Rhone River.
I prefer the lake to the sea (we have another home in a village on the Med), in part because the lake is confined whereas the sea seems endless, there is only horizon and, somewhere beyond, Corsica and Africa. Lac Leman is flanked by guardian mountains, the gentle Jura opposite us and the awesome Alps behind us.
|A 3D depth map of Lac Leman,|
a gift from my wife