Actually, we aren't anywhere near Paris. We're in Grenoble. No, not Chernobyl, site of the nuclear disaster. Grenoble. Site of the 1968 Winter Olympics. Heart of the French Alps.
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We're the little red "A" south of Switzerland, nearly in Italy. Geneva (Switzerland) is about an hour and a half away by car. Turin, Italy (also a Winter Olympic site) is farther but only because of the mountains you must drive around to get there.
If you've kept up with me via social media, you've likely seen pictures of snow capped mountains. That's because we're literally surrounded by them.
Pretty, ain't it? Truly, it is. I will never, ever tire of seeing those beautiful peaks as I make my way around the city.
One of the coolest things (IMHO) about this city, is "the bubbles".
These fantastic cable cars are located just a 5 minute walk from our apartment, and they rise from the Isere River to the bastille, a series of ancient fortifications on a nearby mountain. We hope to go up in them if we can ever get a clear day. The weather has been very dreary lately with many days of rain. We are told that this is very unusual, as the weather is usually colder and much more clear. Given the kind of winter they're having in Illinois, I'll gladly take the rain and mild temperatures.
Hopefully that clears things up for everyone. I apologize for neglecting my blog lately. It's extremely hard to find motivation to write when there's so much else to be done, but things are finally starting to settle down a bit. I have a whole host of topics I'd like to write about (eventually), but I'm happy to answer any specific questions you have in the meantime.
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