As soon as we said “good-bye” to the winter snow, autumn leaves in their signature shades of green, yellow, orange, and brown greeted us. Since we had a little over an hour to kill at the Montreux station, we decided to cross the street to explore the neighborhood a bit. We had no idea where we were, all we knew was that we were walking towards the water. It turns out that we were at the famous Lake Geneva, one of the largest lakes in Western Europe where Charlie Chaplin spent his final years. Extremely peaceful and beautiful, the town reminded us of La Jolla in San Diego.