PART I: GENEVA
Just here, Geneva
Good food makes me weep sadly
So f*ck you, Nashville
Here, the Rhone begins
Gaze into its blue green depths
Not the Cumberland
Walking through market
Cheeses enrobed in herbes fines
By tables of bras
Sallow-cheeked banker
Clothed in funerary style
Jostled by rich youth
Dark clouds and sunlight
Cold wind on Lake Geneva
The wine store is closed
I blame 911
Our fingernails are too long
No clippers allowed
Calm morning with sun
In reformation city
Everything is closed
O pungent soft cheese
I ask: Where are your friends?
Here, bread and wine
With baguette and brie
I am wearing underwear
When police arrive
Rohan Quinby is the photo editor of carte blanche. He lives in Nashville but is currently traveling in Europe. Photos were taken with his iPod.