Fêtes de Genève

I felt sort of down in the dumps today, so I decided to head down to the lake tonight to take some pictures of all the rides lit up against the sky and try to feel a little better.

Here's the Ferris wheel, smack in the middle of the Jardin Anglais:



Welcome to Hell (people seemed to be having quite a bit more fun than you're supposed to have down there...) :



Never in a million years would I go on this ride... it swings you back and forth like a pendulum, high up in the sky, and holds you upside down for a while. Ugh.



Today my mom and I had a discussion on whether you could buy happiness. She thought that if I bought myself a little treat, I'd feel better. I countered by saying that there was nothing that I wanted and that spending money indiscriminately only makes me feel worse. But then, on my way through the maze of stands by the lakeside, I saw a Slurpee machine. And even though it was midnight and cool and drizzly outside, I bought one. Tropical flavored. And I do declare, now I just can't wipe the smile off my face.