TOURIST OR DELEGATE

A skilled chameleon, she made her way down to the beach, sidestepping past the many deckchairs and sunshades. Swiftly, she headed inland past the Club Med, all the way along the Westin’s pool, still in her tourist camouflage outfit. Did the real tourists bad an eyelid? The pool staff came up with a jug of water as she briefly reclined on a sun bed by the fountain. Finally, Cinderella at the ball, at the chime of ten, she crossed security, hid the shades, put the watch back on, slipped into the (John Travoltaesque white suit) jacket put on the high heels and dashed down the corridor to the contact group on technical matters of the Basel Convention. A true Swiss, she arrived before everyone else and even persuaded the staff she needed an extension cable for her laptop. Deep down in the conference bag, the ray bans waited for tomorrow.