We arrived in Geneva at a huge international church, in the shadow of the airport, just on the French side of the border. In the church our hosts for the next few days were there waiting for us. I had been a little worried about the idea of hosts. This was based on two previous experiences of French "hospitality" - one in a bed and breakfast in a little seaside village on the Brittany Coast where the owner scowled at us for the entire stay and the other in a hotel in Paris where the welcome was less than friendly. I was worried my French was not good enough to converse and meet our needs for a stay and I had found that where they could speak English they hid it very well. When we met
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