Lynn and I decided to make a day trip out on the pretty lifeless Sunday mornings that we're getting tired of. So we went to the Gare Routière, the terminal of all the buses that travel to Grenoble's neighbouring towns, without much of a plan and were recommended Villard-de-Lans by the pleasant gentleman behind the ticketing counter.
The bus took us past breathtaking views of the mountains with trees in the earthy shades of orange, brown and yellow. It was a pity that the latter part of the journey consisted of travelling up in dizzying circles along the contours of the moutains, which was rather headache-inducing. Had to close my eyes to alleviate the motion sickness and miss out on the even more spectacular scenery that Lynn was giving me a live commentary about haha.
Alors, bienvenue à Villard-de-Lans!
left: the weekly Sunday market that had a WHOLE range of ware.
right: queuing up for lunch of potatoes with onions and turkey bits that drew us from metres away
the view from where we sat down for our lunch
left: christmas has come early
right: water from the fountain in the town centre that had frozen in the sub-zero temperatures the night before.
Took a walking trail recommended by the tourist office there and found ourselves in the arms of mother nature.
autumn is officially my favourite season
right: Lynn on the rather plain Pont de l'amour (bridge of love), which to me, doesn't really ooze romance
right: Lynn and our tourguide for the day, a kindly monsieur that we approached for directions, who in the end, showed us around the town.
The bear, the symbol of Villard-de-Lans.
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