Ah, Geneva. The city of Calvin, diplomats, banks, and, apparently, cosy little cafés. For this fourth edition of the café crawl, we decided to take on a challenge: relocating our caffeinated “marathon” to a city I have no emotional attachment to. Spoiler alert: that didn’t change. But the mission was clear—hunt for good coffee, wherever possible. Train boarded at 09:55 from Vevey, destination Cornavin. Mood: motivated, but sceptical.