+ over to Les Montagnes

A sunrise of seemingly solid gold surged across an awakening Capital City. Bleary eyed + beamingly excited, we watched the lands change + chugged our way past sun sparkled fields. Swallowed our pride once again by surrendering to a taxi across Paris but fantastically so, were given 30 minutes of unspoilt opportunity to practise our limp linguistics on a very encouraging cabbie. Chewing over the weather and talking about bicycles in fragmented French, we wondered if smugly so, we actually remember more than we thought [or perhaps more accurately the kind driver had a generous allowance for margins of error]. All other important points aside, if ever there was a reason to get the train over the plane- then the exquisite visual feast we were so lucky to gaze at for three loaded hours of shear anticipation is one of them. "It looks just like Jurassic park!" I wailed too loudly with dreamy musique plugging my ears leading me to repeatedly misjudge the volume of which to exclaim my excited remarks. As the terrain got steeper, the lakes more beautiful and the trees turned Alpine we knew that our new home was soon in sight. And before we knew it, we'd met up with our new amazing colleague Dan + were chugging the final leg of the journey beneath a dramatic sky, with moonlit mixtures of smoky clouds casting great descriptive shadows on the mountains, that just kept on getting more ginormous.

And then we met Mont Blanc, and then we were home.

I did take some snaps of an incredibly stoked Dan sipping a first glass of vin rouge de Francais in our boomty new pad, but I couldn't stop taking pictures of the journey [les touriste] and of an inquisitive Dan blinking at the speeding unravellings of a captivating landscape [drifting heavily in + out of sleep]

And it was when I plugged in to my favourite song at the moment; Daydreaming that I felt like leaping for joy at the promise of a great new adventure..