We spent another relatively relaxed day today – avoiding long car rides so that Sophie would be spared the windy roads a little while longer. We did take a short drive about 15 minutes outside of town to the Gorges du Fier, a beautiful walk through steep cliffs formed many moons ago.
Today was a designated official day of rest. After a few days of mountain driving, it was time to enjoy a day in Annecy. We slept in, bought lots of fruit at the market and packed a picnic lunch. We enjoyed a dejeuner sur l’herbe on the lakefront, similar to Manet’s painting, except we were all clothed.
It would have been a shame to be so close to Italy without stepping foot in Italy. So after sitting in some toll traffic and driving through the longest – about 11 km – and highest – about 1,300 meters – tunnel we’ve ever been in, we arrived in Italia, on the other side of Mont Blanc.
Today was a designated family day. However, before making the obligatory family visits, we had a few things we needed to take care of first. Starting with breakfast. My husband came home from the boulangerie with a pain au chocolat made for a giant. We split it into four parts, but sad to say, it did not contain a giant’s portion of chocolate.
After our eventful day in Chamonix yesterday, it was time for some relaxation and fun in the sun. We went to a beach on Lake Annecy, rented lounge chairs and enjoyed the turquoise water, mostly from the sand. The water was cold – 21°C (69.8°F) alpine cold. But how can one resist the temptation of swimming in such an idyllic setting, no matter the temperature?
We started in Chamonix at an altitude of 1,035 meters (3,396 feet) and 26°C (78°F). We took the Montenvers rack rail train up the side of one of the mountains to the Mer de Glace, the largest glacier in France, pictured below, at an altitude of 1913 meters (6,276 feet) and 16°C (61°F). The glacier is pretty amazing, but has suffered from the effects of climate change – its thickness has been reduced by 3-4 meters/year since 1988.
Today was a day devoted to nostalgia. We took the girls on a pilgrimage to Talloires, the enchanted place where I met my husband 22 years ago and where I lived and worked immediately following graduation from college. My employer was my alma mater, Tufts University, which owns a European Center in the center of Talloires, bequeathed by an alumnus of the university in 1978. The center is housed in a centuries’ old priory, pictured here. Not a bad place to live and work – we literally lived in the rooms in the eaves, above the conference center facilities located on the floors below.
After retrieving my mom from Geneva Airport this morning, we took a drive to Chateau de Chillon on the Swiss side of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva). The drive to the airport was itself a small adventure since we were studiously attempting to avoid the Swiss highways to get to our destination. Why would we avoid the Swiss highways, you justifiably ask. The Swiss have implemented a toll-free highway system, which sounds great in theory. Except if you’re just visiting Because in order to use the Swiss highways, you need to buy a special permit, which costs about $40/year. That’s fine if you’re spending your entire vacation exploring Switzerland. But kind of expensive if you’re just a day-tripper, like us.
It was a scorcher today. 90 degrees and counting in the bright sun. Which made it the perfect day to visit La Grotte de Seythenex, the only cave open to the public in Haute Savoie, the French province of which Annecy is the capital.
We picked up our car this morning. A Citroen C4 Picasso, which has plenty of room for all of us, including my Mom, when she arrives on Wednesday. My husband and I had our first vacation argument in the car (which is where most of our fights take place) because he lost the ticket to the parking lot after we had paid to exit. He still claims he never had it, but I saw him remove it from the machine with my own eyes. Luckily, the guy who worked at the lot let us exit without it.