Switzerland's Lac Leman, called Geneva by the French and striking setting to certain events in Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein'.
This was drawn after a particularly nasty encounter with the only anti-american sentiment of the entire trip (The irony? I was traveling as irish, regardless of what accent I have.). It's hard to get harsh words out of your head even with a lot of distractions, but it was my last night in Switzerland. So I wandered over to the Jet d'Eau, picked a spot about half way along the pier/jetty, and started to sketch
And who would have known drawing the lake is the way to make friends in Geneva? Everyone who walked by tried to look over my shoulder or ask me about it. And there was even one guy who spoke no english but sat down beside me to watch as the sun was setting (The lighthouse eventually lit up, but it was too late to change that part). I'm not used to dozens of people paying attention to a sketch, but it was a much nicer memory to leave with.