Annecy

The last of the photos from Annecy (at last, I hear you say!)






















These two are reflections in the canals. Annecy is also called the Venice of France.





















Apologies if this cardie is to your taste, but this is the sort of tat that puts me off clothes markets. I don't have the patience to sift through it on the off chance of finding a gem. This photo reminded me of a funny conversation my Mum and brother had when I was about 14. Mum told Steve she was sure she spotted me in the local market as she passed by on the bus. Steve replied dryly 'it couldn't have been her, she wouldn't be seen dead in a market.' Sad but unfortunately true back then!




















We left the market to have a stroll along the lake. We crossed Lover's Bridge - this is the view from it towards the lake





















and this is the view looking back. After our walk we went to Talloires for lunch. I think it's safe to say it tasted wonderful, fresh from the market!




















After lunch (or more accurately, between courses!) we walked around Talloires, said to be one of the prettiest villages in France. I didn't take many photos as the camara batteries were fading and so was the light. The morning was misty but the sun was trying to shine. By the afternoon the mist had thickened and there were a few drops of rain but it didn't last long. I wonder what the keys for this door look like? This photo was taken near Tuft's university campus. Just along a small county road, I thought I must have misheard, but there is was!




















There was an art exhibition on at the Abbaye de Talloires, a hotel and restaurant in a fabulous setting (better photos here).




















While the hotel and it's setting were beautiful and inspiring, the exhibition was not. The artist had many different styles, which personally I find strange, and it reminded me of a another (very vain) female artist who I met a couple of years ago. As we were walking around and seeing her face in various guises in almost every painting, I saw a woman, dressed to impress with dark glasses (in the low light!) holding court by a painting in the corner and obviously keeping an eye on us as well. I recognised her face from the paintings but funnily enough she bore an uncanny resemblance to the other artist! If I was a psychoanalyst I would say that by covering all styles, these artists are not expressing themselves but trying to please as many people as possible. Interesting that they both had the same 'air' about them.

Well, that's it, a super day! Now it seems that it was also the last day of autumn, the weather was noticeably cooler on Monday. Yesterday I went into town to look for some winter woolies and it was obvious that I wasn't the only person unprepared for the icy wind - it wasn't just cold it was freezing! Autumn may be gone, but Annecy was the perfect place to wave it off!