July 4: In many ways, Lausanne is like an old friend. I’ve known her for a long time. I was a student here nearly 50 years ago – yes, 50. And I’ve been back several times in the meantime. I’m familiar with her character: She’s dependable and punctual and respectful in an old-world manner, not prone to radical outbursts but willing and able to change with the times.
And indeed she has changed. The Lausanne of 50 years ago was pretty white and pretty middle-class. There are now many more people of colour, most seemingly fitting in well but some – unheard of in years past – begging on the streets. Lausanne is a very wealthy city, and a very expensive place to visit or to live. I have no doubt that the Swiss are well-paid, but I am less certain that everyone is well treated.
I was in Lausanne for my birthday. I celebrated with a great meal and some vino at a restaurant in Place de la Palud, across from the City Hall. I visited the Cathedral and walked through Rue de Bourg where we used to hang out. All interesting in a “been there done that” kind of way. Really, when you think of it, how radically can a centuries-old city change?
And that I think is my conundrum: I take comfort from familiar things and places yet they can become routine – boring even. Old friends provide continuity and perspective on the past and they certainly play an important role in my life. I need to remember though that new friends bring energy and different interpretations to my life.