It was meant to be a quiet, sensible weekend at home in Paris, doing the housework, sorting out paperwork and perhaps indulging in a little trip to the cinema. But then a friend phoned with a reminder that her short-term rented flat in Chamonix had a couple of spare beds and that she was only there for one more month. And so, throwing quiet and sensible to the wind, I rushed out of work on Friday afternoon and straight to the train station.
The weather was so awful on Saturday that had it not been for the great company and two-and-a-half hours of James Bond, it would hardly have seemed worth the trip. But when we came out of the cinema on Saturday night, the pouring rain had been transformed into whirling snowflakes and on the days that followed we were treated to this:
It was that gorgeous time of year when autumn in the mountains turns into winter and the golden leaves contrast with the sparkling snow and clear blue sky:
And a short afternoon hike can make you feel on top of the world: