Residence Le Balcon Des Airelles
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... at how soft the snow was- just like Fairy floss. We drove on towards Grenoble and then Gap where we were staying the night. We drove through the most amazing picturesque scenery. Towering mountains and old fortresses either side as we moved along the valleys. Just stunning.
The hotel we stayed in was in a good location with the host being very friendly, he reminded us of Gabriel Gate. Gap was a gorgeous little town easily explored by foot from just outside the hotel.
I had this fabulous idea of a tour called skifest by the fanatics. It only dawned to me on the journey that this may come with a few hiccups.
It isn't easy to get to the French Alps. A 2am wake up call to get to the bus to get to the train to get to the airport to arrive in Marseille. Followed by a shuttle to the train station where we would begin to get a little frazzled. The tiniest train I have ever seen was at the platform. One ...
... rude not too.
A white Christmas is what we ultimately left London dreaming of. The local ticket inspector in Grenoble calling it quits on our planned day of travel (naturally) and all subsequent trains being cancelled definitely challenged the dream. Not to the point that an afternoon of french sun and 5 litre red cask couldn't solve though. Winning.
As the story goes though, we did make it to our picturesque and ...
We've left Lourmarin with some sorrow, but soon perked up when we got into the Alps. It's been a perfect day, the trees are turning Autumn colours and although it's 26 degrees there's snow on the high tops. Briancon has this amazing fort built to keep the Italians out many years ago. Tomorrow we go over the mountain to Italy toward ...
... road in Europe. The narrow road meandered up the edge of the valley and gave distant glimpses of snowy mountain peaks. As the road ascended through village settlements they grew less and less frequent and the occasional local acknowledged my slow 50 km an hour speed through their villages. The dwellings grew less frequent and the curves became more hairpin, but good visibility of the road ahead meant a wide approach line could be taken on the delicious curves. Both the bike ...