Annecy Part 3

We had lunch in a poor unsuspecting mountain side village and had the most delightful, traditional French meal I think we've ever had. C'est fantastique. 

Le French Meal Traditionelle

On the way we stopped at an bonzer single lane bridge which scared the willies out of me when we looked over the edge. Ben too.

After the thermal bath we took the windy way home and it became obvious I had wasted my talent by not being a Formula 1 driver.

Shame.

Delia and I were also salivating at the prospect of cycling on those roads as well. Absolutely gorgeous.

After 3 exceedingly pleasant days it was time to head to Lake Como in Italy.

Tough life.