After early morning exercise (Linda jogged; I did a fairly grueling set of Heidi routines), we set off to explore Annecy’s fabled old town. We figured that if we got there by 10 AM, we’d beat the crowds in a country not particularly known for its early risers, and we’d checked to be sure that Saturday was not a market day.

Traffic was suspiciously heavy on the Annecy road and in the town itself. Indeed the municipal parking lot at City Hall was nearly full when we arrived. The narrow streets of the ancien ville were almost unpleasantly full, and the quai by the River Thiou was crammed with artists and merchants. As luck would have it, today was the monthly antique market.

After working our way through a book of 5 walks, we stopped at Brasserie St. Maurice for an excellent lunch. A charcuterie that looked very promising, didn’t open until 3:30, so we improvised another walk before settling in to a cafe for that quintesential French sport, people-watching. On our way back to the parking, we stumbled upon a joyous wedding at City Hall. We just finished the quiche roblechon and other marvels from the charcuterie for dinner, with a very nice dry rose…

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