Megeve

To Megeve, taking a day off walking after the previous day's exertions. We had been told that Megeve is a mink fur-ish kind of a ski resort and thought it might be interesting to see it in summer. How wrong we were. A rather dull place that distinguished itself by its high prices and by far the worst art exhibition I've ever seen. I wish I could name and shame the gallery but I can't remember what it was called. Must have expunged it from my mind in disgust.

Still, if you want really crass pictures of New York at mega-rip-off prices, you will find them here.

(Actually I noticed a number of galleries in Paris also had lots of pictures with a New York theme, always the cliched skyscrapers and yellow taxis and/or a black saxophonist. And all for thousands and thousands of euros. What is going on?)