Two "Swiss" stories; both taking place when I was working at the Geneva Motorshow.
Firstly; we stayed just over the border in France (lovely), but each and every morning as we crossed into Switzerland, the border guard questioned us and checked our passports.
Secondly; the Swiss dealer took us for dinner. On returning to the car we had to cross the road: deserted, a good view for a kilometre each way. What did he do? Went to the pelican crossing, pressed the button and waited for the green man! We started to cross on red and he went beserk!
