The Swiss embassy just went AWOL today.
No notice on website. No reasons cited.
Pathetic. Just when I thought that only third-world embassy takes capricious time offs. Oh, and not to mention, their embassy is a summer villa sits on a hill that sits on top of this gorgonzilla set of stairs...
...and this nothing compared to the 2 hours of getting lost going there, because there's no public transport nearby (yes, they're too rich!). An Italian man looked at me pitifully in the tram, and helped without me asking. He saw my doodle of a map and told me the right bus to take. "Scendere a piazza... e prenda l'autobus nova cento dieci..." Something like that.
That, and a couple of things along the way made the trip a nice one. The villa is located on an upper-class neighborhood, and I kept on smelling a whiff of jasmine freesia. The gardens behind this 4 meter wall must be pretty...
This is the Swiss Embassy's neighbor. It reminds me of Patrick Blanc's vertical garden project, the Mur Vegetal.
Then there's a house which has a blooming orange tree on their front yard. It was the first time I smelled orange blossoms. It was a shy and delicate floral scent, only with the slightest touch of mandarin, which they often exaggerate in the perfume version.
Oh. I forgot to explain. I went there to get a Swiss visa for traveling.
(Update) In the end I decided not to go to Switz- because I couldn't be bothered to go there again.
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