well, not entirely. only mostly. my zürich jaunt started well, with a trip to the cabaret voltaire, where dada (according to most theories) began, which was exciting and illuminating and also plain weird, as a trip to a dada pilgrimage site should be.
however, the next step - viewing the dada masterpieces in the collection of the zürich kunsthaus - was not so successful as only 4 of them were on display and the rest holed up in a storage facility somewhere just outside of zürich. very sad. as compensation, however, were some very fine giacomettis and an awesomely interesting exhibition of marker-drawn maps by aleksandra mir. so i sighed and took myself off to the design museum, where my lonely planet guide to switzerland said the poster room had a ton of dada stuff. which they do. but it's an archive. and none of it's on display except what might be being used for an exhibition in the design museum proper (which was a very fine exhibition of japanese poster design), otherwise you need to know exactly what you're looking for and who designed it, which of course i didn't. *sigh*
but zürich was a very enjoyable town nevertheless, and the trip was worth it for the mir drawings and a chance to wander around galleries by the hour on my own. also an incredible meal of venison slices in a creamy game sauce, served with brussels sprouts (sweet brussels sprouts, i rush to state), pickled red cabbage, slice of stewed apple stuffed with cranberries, and caramelised chestnuts which nearly killed me but was definitely worth it.
et maintenant, je suis en génève - and my third language in as many days. thank heavens my french is better than my german! tomorrow we board the TGV for paris.