Sciez

We are now living in France in a little apartment in a house in the French countryside. The house appears to be a converted barn that is, perhaps, a hundred or two hundred years old. It sits in an old deteriorating apple orchard on Rte de Prailles, which is one of those roads in Europe that is not really two way but it's used for that anyway. Most importantly, we're in the countryside. Of France. In the foothills of the Alps. Near Lake Geneva but most definitely not in a city or even close to urbanity in any form. We left Geneva behind as we drove along the waterfront and went from city to country in an instant. Such like Europe: no suburbs.

Madame B. found a drawer full of maps in the apartment. It made her very, very happy. She says she intends to study them all. That might take more than a week, however, and there are things to do.

We went exploring. There were discoveries. One we will save for a future post, since the conditions for a picture were less than ideal and we'll be passing it every day this week. Sciez, however, we shall not pass on as it is a lovely little French town with its own harbor on the lake. The tourists are gone but the summer weather is hanging on and we are grateful.

And it's France, in every sense of the word. People often pretend not to speak English when you know they know it. Others are more kind, especially when they can see you need help. Ah, La France. 

We have been noticing things of interest, like the ancient dilapidated chateau below. What was more interesting, though, were the people outside the chateau who saw us taking a picture and yelled at us. Very friendly, these people.

And so we are in France. Tomorrow: Touring Geneva sans Calvin. Hence, there will be museos!