through the Mont Blanc Tunnel to get to our friend's house in Morzine was a
bit of a convoluted way to get there, but we were under the impression that
the shorter trip from Italy through Switzerland might be very expensive on
Mont Blanc Glacier just above the
Tunnel beneath the Alpine mountain
understood that you have to buy a license for a year on those motorways,
even though you are only going for a day! Anyway, it was quite
spectacular, with loads of snow scintillating in the sunshine on the top of
Mont Blanc, and the glacial melted water cascading down from the dizzy
heights, the start of so many rivers which end up in the Rhone.
Palladian villas from the Italian lakes gave way to the French Chalets, so
many new ones in new resorts all around the ski-lift areas.
August, the villages and roads were full of people in their walking gear
with walking sticks to the fore.
told David to turn right instead of left to our destination, only to find
we had chosen the wrong one! Never mind, it was able to correct its
mistake by guiding us over the top of a very high pass to the next
town. The views going up right over to Mont Blanc were outstanding,
at the top was a lake where it seemed that the world and his wife had come
out for a picnic! It was pure Heidi country - cows on the pasture
with bells round their necks,
chalets with piles of wood outside ready for the winter fireplaces.
We met up
there with Sailing friends who now normally live in Melbourne. They'd
driven from Germany after visiting relatives there and stayed with English
friends of theirs who have a chalet in Morzine.
It's a very
pretty village, although quite new, built very traditionally, with a small
square and shopping centre with cafes and small specialist shops.
friends offered us a traditional 'Raclette' dinner that night, where the
meat and vegetables and cheese are placed on a griddle on the table, with a
variety of sauces to dip them in. I'd never tried that before.