Epic border nerd egg hunt this morning along the Franco-Swiss border near Chancy (aka bribing the kids to go on another of mama’s mad border expeditions!). This is ‘borne’ number 1.5 which, confusingly, comes before 1, with wiggly line to mean ‘then the border follows the river’.
Borne 1.4 seemed to change its mind about the direction of the border in 1946 and a new line was carved. Another chocolate egg was found by our brave adventurers.
1.3, 1.2 and 1.1 were close together. Eggs were hastily hidden, then eaten.
In a confusing mathematical twist, we then reached Number 1, a monumental one usually thought of as the first. Hahaha, but we know better now (and so we ran out of eggs faster than planned...).
2, 3 then... 5! What happened to number 4? Another mathematical border mystery. How could we have missed it?
Are you getting bored of this thread yet? Would you like an egg? Shall I also start bribing my readers? There are a few more to go...
You can stay amused by playing at guessing if the S is ‘Savoie’ or ‘Suisse’. Plot twist: it can be either, depending on the age of the stone. But if you see a G on the other side, then it’s definitely Savoie. Number 8 was modified & given a new date.
Number 10 was an old one, so the S was for Savoie. Quite when climbing up onto them became a thing is unclear. But it makes for cool photos.
Another plot twist: topography made it hard to get to all of them sequentially. Smaller child sorely felt that he was being done out of the promised eggs. We found a mysterious pole. The West Pole, perhaps? It’s pretty much as far west as you can go within Switzerland 🇨🇭.
15 & 16 were shiny & new. So shiny. So glamorous. So delightfully pointless. But great as a plinth, apparently.
17 was trying to make a point about age before beauty, and was back to having S for Savoie. More chocolate egg was found & eaten. At this point, the family’s enthusiasm was flagging a little... (No? Really? Surely not? Just one more?)
Our walk ended at 17a, on a road leading into France, newly confined across the country since today. An epic🥚 hunt! As we live further than 10km from that point in Switzerland, we are not allowed to go there right now. Even for 🍫. Until border rules change. Again. 🇨🇭 🇫🇷
On the way home, we stopped off to check out the bridge in Chancy, pictured here as it was one year ago, and how it is now, open again but with blocks on standby.
If you enjoyed this border thread, and speak some French, you might enjoy this talk I gave last week for the Maison de l’Architecture on borders, security and haunted blocks. facebook.com/ma.geneve/vide…
And followed by a lunch of delicious homemade wild garlic pesto, picked freshly in the Chancy woods. A taste of Springtime.
More the following day, this time near Dardagny. Still with chocolates, obviously. On one border post, an animal had deposited its scat, marking its own territory too. #geographer#border
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Sunday border scramble in the sun, near Malval in Geneva. Political borders seeming dauntingly less trivial this week, as we think of people in Europe fleeing to safety across borders, while soldiers invade across others. #Geography#BorderNerds 🇫🇷🇨🇭
No. 138 We chased down lots of border stones in a marshy wood, of different ages. This one was apparently moved to save it from being swept away by the stream, so the marks on top indicate this, showing that the border follows the stream after this point.🇨🇭🇫🇷 #Border#Geography
No. 139 Super strange F (France) engraved backwards; G (Geneva) presumably recarved over previous mark/sign🇨🇭🇫🇷 #Border#Geography
More pandemic border stories, this time in the snow: to ski on the Dôle, in Switzerland, you have to drive into France to park. This is within the 30km circle from our home address, defined as the transborder ‘bassin de vie’ that we can move around in.
Border guards checked our I.D. as we crossed the Schengen border. We came armed with an electricity bill showing our address, proof we were less than 30km from home as the crow flies. Wearing medical masks, not fabric ones, in line with 🇫🇷 law, even for our 11yr-old, exempt in🇨🇭.
The family skied, in Switzerland, while I walked across the border in the snow, noticing the ubiquitous layer of border-ignoring Sahara sand deposited by a wind storm a few days ago, and eating cheese Malakoffs under a tree — apocryphally invented during the Napoleonic wars.
Lockdown (Season 2) begins in Geneva in a few hours.
I decided to revisit the sites that featured in Fenced In (journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.117…), my comic on borders. France has been in état d'urgence sanitaire since 17th october, so the border is again closed for most, including me.
People can cross if they have a reason like coming to work with the required paperwork. Leisure trips are forbidden for Swiss residents wishing to go to France (by the French authorities), so no cycling across as we did all summer. Cement blocks used in Spring are still in place.
I came across a policeman who was systematically checking where the blocks were now, since some have apparently disappeared since June. He used his phone to find the border. "Just in case they are needed in the future", he explained, "although that's not happening yet". Chilling.
More exploring of Swiss / French borders, on this Pentecost Monday holiday. Today, we cycled to Veyrier to see the unique cross-border Jewish cemetery: the Oratory building is in Switzerland, the tombs in France. Living and dead divided by careful diplomacy.
From 1876 to 2005, the Canton of Geneva only allowed secular cemeteries. In 1920, the lack of suitable burial space for local people of Jewish faith was solved: a building in 🇨🇭 close to the border, with coffins carried for burial in 🇫🇷. Access guaranteed within the site.
As the plots filled up, a second site was added in 🇫🇷 with access through a short tunnel under a road. All the site can be visited while remaining within its walls. The border signs are discreetly placed, reminding the living of rules governing the passage of goods & people.
Geneva is a true border city, spanning both sides of the Swiss / French border. We set off early Sunday morning to see some of these Covid19 newly-closed urban borders. This is the Swiss end of our wonderful new Voie Verte for bikes & people, stretching through the city. Cut off.
The thick purple line is the international border, giving some idea of how 'urban' it is in places. Closing the border has a massive practical & symbolic impact. Although Switz is slowly starting up economically, the border remained closed until today to all but essential workers
From tomorrow, more workers will be able to pass. But the border is still essentially closed. Young militia army recruits, called up in the first 'mobilisation' since WWII, have been brought in to guard many sealed crossing-points. We chatted. They were obviously pretty bored.
Sunday morning bike ride with my family chasing newly/temporarily-closed borders around the Canton of Geneva during Covid19 pandemic. France & Switz are both in the Schengen area: these are usually open to people. Fascinating ad hoc use of different material. (Bardonnex, Soral)
We chased closed borders on bicycles for three hours, starting early. Luckily, in Switzerland, we are allowed to exercise outside in family groups as long as we maintain distance to others. On the other side, in France, people are more tightly policed & controlled (Soral)
Some borders that usually shut at night are now completely closed. The one in Sézegnin used tape covered in private companies' names ("La Mobiliaire"), making them seem even more improvised, as though people threw them together using whatever was at hand.