Annnd I’m back. Felt a bit odd yesterday, but on with the show! So despite our calls to the weather gods, the snow never came – at least, not down here. Awaking to a slight dusting upon the ridges, peeking out from the hazy clouds, brought some comfort. Except I can’t ski on them…
Another day of more of the same, and all through the valley the same question ricochets from everyone’s lips: where is the snow?
Don’t for a second think I’ve become obsessed, but… I found another bear. As if that wasn’t enough, the buggers light up! Why bears, was a caged Santa to risque? A Rudolph? Surely a tree would have made more sense. Maybe it’s acting as a distraction from the poor snow-show – instead of people complaining…
Nothing says Christmas like a caged panda surrounded by pine trees, some of which are fake. You do you, Chamonix, y’weirdos. I don’t get it either. Anyway. I did this really smart thing where I lost my camera charger, and didn’t think to buy one to replace it before going somewhere involving mountains and landscapes…
Round 3. [For prequel entries, see here and here. Otherwise, to save me repeating myself, this sums up everything you need to know about this festival]. Having followed the parade before, we decided to wait it out at dinner until the procession returned to the front, conveniently signalled by rockets. With the pipe band in…
