On Saturday F’s cousin drove us to Chamonix. Chamonix is a city in the south of France that also happens to be the closest city to Mont Blanc (literally “White Mountain”), the highest mountain in the Alps and all of Europe. The sky wasn’t as clear as we would have liked so we didn’t actually get to see Mont Blanc’s peak; we did get a nice preview though. The ride was about 45 minutes long, starting off on a flat road and ending in a series of winding curves, fully surrounded by snow-capped mountains. It felt like we had fast forwarded to winter.
At Chamonix we stopped in for lunch at a restaurant and had melted cheese in every way possible: in fondue and in another Swiss specialty called raclette. A raclette involves a small heating device and a huge chunk of cheese that is slowly melted down and scraped off (racler) onto your dish. Decadent does not even begin to describe our meal. Here’s F’s cousin’s wife and me – and our hunk of cheese:
I can’t wait for our next trip to the Alps!