Errgggghhhhh.....I did a million and one things last week as soon as I got back to L.A.
And I have a million chores and "must dos" waiting again. I so do not want to even think about them ...................
I am missing Annecy and her sweet Savoyarde charms. Can't believe I was there on the lake
exactly three weeks ago. (The weeks fly so fast, no?)
Strolling these beautiful story book streets, soaking up their colors.
They call Annecy the Venice of the Alps. My Italian relatives came from just over the mountains and they spoke a Franco-Italian dialect which may just have been Arpitan, the old language of Annecy.
Maybe that's why I felt so at home.
Or maybe it's just the cozy relaxed vibe in Annecy.
And the cheeses bigger than my head.
Or the brioches bigger than my body.
You can get sandwiches that look like this in Paris, NY, or L.A. nowadays that's the good news.
But they don't have the whoosh of fresh mountain air still clinging to them.
And I haven't even seen roasted mussels for sale - not even - at the San Francisco farmers' markets lately.
I didn't have enough time to savor views like this. And drink in the limpid reflections from the clear mountain water. I know it's snowy-ish and cold there....sooner than later.
But I want to go back. I do I do.