It was cashmere hats and gloves and scarves and wraps for all. With winter fast arriving, the Annecy street vendors catered to my weakness for loveliness with their gorgeous, affordable wares, but my need to take French gifts home for friends and family did not sit...
What did kitten Camino mean, I am the friend of the oppressed? In driving rain, with the wind shoving me sideways, I trudged huffing and puffing up the medieval hill that lead to the medieval Château d’Annecy, which is a restored castle turned museum of Haute-Savoie...
On the banks of Lake Annecy – spectacular! – I tried to make like the Europeans who clearly enjoyed life. Here they were, lazing away a Monday by resting on lakeside benches or strolling oh-so-slowly (often arm-in-arm) along the lakeside path where the views were...
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