Being in Chamonix, with its convenient mountain (ski) lift network, it’s not necessary to hike/climb to see a panoramic view of the mountains.
This is what I did on my fourth day in the area.Continue reading ” Le Brévent, France”
Leaving Lac Blanc, I began to hike down to the intersection of la Flégère and Lacs desChéserys where most people descended to the former. I took the latter in an attempt to see other three lakes.Continue reading “Hiking: Lacs des Chéserys, France”
Good morning Mont Blanc! It was seven o’clock in the morning when I took this picture before heading out to Les Praz de Chamonix then catch the first telecabin to La Flégère.Continue reading “Hiking: Lac Blanc, France”
In the morning I had a late start. I went to Intersport, rented the trekking poles – so I don’t have to wait for the store to open before heading to the trails next day – and dropped them off at the hotel. I won’t be needing them for this easy hike/walk.Continue reading “Gorges de la Diosaz, France”
I completed Portuguese language A2 study last month. To celebrate, I made a quick trip to the French Alps. This was my second time in Chamonix – Many years ago I trekked the Tour du Mont Blanc (TMB) from France to Italy and Switzerland – it remains one of my favourite areas in the whole wide world.
The weather was perfect this time around, I did a lot of hiking with my favourite mountain in sight.Continue reading “Summer in the French Alps”
Paris, I hate you!
This morning we woke up, the sun went into hiding. and it seemed that you were back to your usual grey.
The day we visited Petit Palais in Paris
Its courtyard garden was blazing with spring blossoms.
If you’ve read my post about one dark and stormy night (with a delish chocolate hazelnut cake), you would know that I’d been trying to see Marc Chagall’s paintings in person for years without much success. So when I heard that the Russian-born artist of Belarusian Jewish origin painted the ceiling of the famous opera house in Paris, and that Juan Diego Flórez – a Peruvian tenor who received his country’s highest decoration at the age of 31 – would be performing a recital at Palais Garnier during the time of our visit, I did not waste any time in acquiring a ticket.
“This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest. It’s the damp chestnut trees.” – I can almost hear Audrey Hepburn saying those words in her 1954 film Sabrina.