Son Of Chamonix Rides Again

We have lost track of how many times we have been to Chamonix. It is destination enough by itself, and always seems on the way to something else (Italy...France...). Anyhow, the weather in Courmayeur turned wet and ugly again, and we decided Chamonix might be a better place to weather the weather. Besides, it was on the way to France.

Leaving Courmayeur, a storm cloud wraps from the Val
Ferret around Mount Saxe...

Two hours later we were in Chamonix, parked at Grepon,
doing the Saturday market, and enjoying surprisingly dry
and sunny weather; here is a new (to us) market entry,
the Emperor Clock man; tentatively entitled "It is later
than you know"

Another new entry, the nougat shop

A few days later the circus set up in the tour bus parking lot
next to Grepon; we had always thought it would be neat to
see a European provincial circus and would have paid, oh,
5 euros each for the experience; but they wanted 28! We
encountered these little one-night-stand circuses all over
France in the next couple weeks

Evening street scene in Chamonix; not the main street, just a
typical one

From a central square, Dr. Paccard gazes upon his mountain

Art nouveau in Chamonix

Try to imagine: 1/2 baguette, stuffed with fries, maybe a
little sauce americaine

Alpenglow on the Aiguille du Midi

And on the big mountain

Penelope, note: fashionably attired little girl on left, holding
hands with parent/guardian; also, two toddlers on right,
wearing sunglasses

Europeans have a thing with flowers, and none are better
than the French; even the back streets of Chamonix are
gorgeous