I really think I'm an open-minded person. So it's with a good deal of shame that I admit that when we first moved to Geneva, and I saw the Buddhist temple kitty corner from our apartment, I thought, "Oh, man. That's not going to be too weird, is it?"
And it's with even more shame that I admit that a few weeks later, as I was walking by it and smelled the curry and heard the conversation in the back patio that I realized it's not a temple, but an elaborately-decorated Thai restaurant.
And man, does it smell good in the evening.