But any real-reality initiative to end the fighting was left to the negotiators meeting last week in Montreux and now in Geneva.
After every visit in these years I left Montreux thinking I might never see Dmitri again.
I now regretted my advice to her and Dmitri, the next time he had come to Montreux, that they should destroy it.
I would see Dmitri most often, when he visited his mother from Monza, in the corridor of the Montreux Palace.
The cure of Montreux in Switzerland, ninety-six years old, still vigorous in mind and body, and able to preach.
Those Montreux days seemed years ago instead of a brief six months.
And she went, in an hour, down to Montreux by the funicular railway, and was lost to the Beau-Site.
So one day at the end of May they found themselves at Montreux.
Happily it was dark by the time we found the right road and were drawing into Montreux—dark and raining.
