Adding Chamonix to the list, we've now had at least one storm in every destination... thunder and lightening in all but the Riviera (& time will tell about Chamonix)! Chamonix is our last stop before the journey home begins (including a short night in Paris). We'd really like to take advantage of our final hours, but alas, the rain has diverted our activities. It IS nice to take a few moments to continue to record our experiences, however. I fear I've already forgotten so much.
We left the sea (Nice) for the mountains (Annecy & Chamonix) on Tuesday. We spent the night in Annecy, a sweet little town on a lovely lake, with a canals weaving through the city. We had a hotel scare that night, but ended up settling into an... interesting... place, which was perfectly sufficient. We crawled into a little cave for dinner (most of the streets in Annecy are lined with cave-like structures that provide sheltered outdoor eating opportunities) and had a delicious meal of pork in a goulash-like sauce and polenta. Mmmmm. Thunder and lightening (par for the course at this point in the trip) provided our entertainment, as did the pedestrians scampering from cave to cave, unsuccessfully avoiding the impending drenching. We bundled into our hoodies and made ourselves lick down cones of gelato (creme brulee gelato even tastes good in the rain). In the morning, we enjoyed strolling the streets in search of cafe for our morning coffee (surprisingly difficult to find) and paddle-boating around the lake (= sunburn no. 2 for the trip). It was an adorable little town (not actually that little), that would probably make for a lovely French hometown.
After spending an hour attempting to free ourselves from the Annecy parking garage (language barriers were rather insurmountable to remedy our ails), we got to Chamonix without a SINGLE WRONG TURN! (First time.) Chamonix is a resort town set at the foot of the French Alps, including the highest mountain in Europe - Mont Blanc. We strolled the town in the surprisingly warm weather yesterday, enjoying the views and snapping up as many postcards as we could. Towns in alpine settings like this are just magical to me... there's something so uniquely humbling about the enormous moutains towering just over my head and something uniquely comforting about the geranium-lined chalets serving more varieties of melted cheese than I could possibly dream of. The waterfalls are so high, the snow so brilliant and the cafes so satisfying. My career aspirations as of the last 20 hours include designing and running a modern alpine hotel...
It looks as though the rain has stopped for good, so we're going to attempt to make the most of our last two days. Miss you all! Love, - b.
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