Waiting

Have come to Nyon by Lake Geneva for the weekend to spend some time with a friend who lives here. I've arrived early so am sitting outside the Fishermans Pub waiting for her to return from work in Geneva and also waiting for the Jazz band to finish stuffing there faces with good ol' Swiss nosh.

Clare turned up not feeling too good. A dodgy chicken nugget from the local supermarket is suspected. But Nyon jazz saved the day.