Having parked the car in the underground car park, we sauntered around the old town and eventually stopped off at a café for a well-earned drink. I could have spent all day taking shots of the old town but contented myself on just a few well selected angles. The place was heaving with tourists which made walking around all the more tiring.
Margaret and I descended upon the cathedral for some rest and meditation. It was nothing out of the ordinary but it served as a welcome sanctuary.
Eventually it was time for food and so we all descended upon this café where crepes were sold and eaten in abundance. Not wishing to be out-done, we tucked in. Beside us was a street artist patiently waiting for trade. He had a number of charactertures of famous people from pop stars to politicians.
Finally the lure of the lake proved irresistible and the three of us (not M) spent an hour on a pedalo. The water was refreshingly warm and we all ended up swimming in the lake although oneof us (mentioning no names!) had some difficulty getting back into the pedalo.
The drive back to Divonne was started for a frantic hunt for a petrol stations. The sultry evening air made us tired as we travelled back. Once back in Divonne we were greeted with a power cut. After waiting patiently for about an hour we gave in and drove down to the Pizza place. On the way down we saw a workman up a pole frantically repairing the problem. On returning home the power finally returned too but it was time for bed.


















