We’re ending our two weeks in this magical town on a high note, for a couple of reasons:
(1) We had two good meals, with lovely waiters. Actually, most of our waiters after the meanie (Sophie’s word, not mine) on the first day have been lovely. We finally found a traditional French restaurant for lunch – a brasserie, not a creperie or a pizzeria. Sounds strange, I know. But in the area of the city where we’re staying, the majority of the restaurants serve typical Savoyard fare (which is delicious but very heavy – raclette, fondue, tartiflette), crepes or pizzas.