Geneva, please believe me when I say that it's not you, it's me.
I know you're an interesting city. Everybody says so. How could I argue? Just look at you: Charming Old Town, manicured lakeside gardens, saintly international human rights organizations, stately museums, exotic restaurants...
My goodness, you even have your very own ground-breaking sub-atomic particle research facility, not to mention an extremely tall fountain and world-class souvenir shops over-flowing with actual Swiss-made pocketknives and watches.
So why do you always leave me feeling like I've just shaken hands with a dead fish?
What is it about one city that locks us into its tractor beam, and another that leaves us distinctly unmagnetized?
Paris had me before our first glass of wine, San Francisco before our first bookstore, Barcelona before our first sunny plate of tapas. And each of these cities has only felt more electric, the better I've come to know them. Why?
Likewise Zürich. The first time I walked out from the train station, I felt like someone had just unfolded a fantastical pop-up storybook. I’ve found stories ranging from medieval gothic folktales to über urban street life.
One word for "Züri": Culture
One word for Geneva: Commerce.
Your city center train station, Cornavin, is also interesting, looking ever better as it continues to undergo perpetual improvement.
And of course, it has lots of departing trains.