Tuesday was a rainy day in Annecy, so instead of going on a bike ride, we went into town (our hotel was located a couple of miles out) and looked around. I had read that Annecy is often called the "Venice of the Alps," and I now understand why: there were canals flowing all throughout the old city.
|A market was set up over bridges and down lanes|
|Mark and I in front of an Annecy landmark|
|Our friends Tom and his niece Heather. We met Tom two years ago on our Corsica trip.|
|Flatbread pizza for lunch. Mine was the "Indian," featuring curried chicken. Yum.|
|Annecy, too, has a "Lovers' Bridge."|
As we were strolling along the lake front, Heather told us about "lock bridges" that have become a phenomenon in Europe. My daughter, Rachel, had showed me pictures that she took of the one in Paris, while on a recent trip there, that is covered in locks. Heather's boyfriend had recently seen the one in Munich. The story is that a couple puts a lock on the bridge, then throws the key into the river. Tom quietly suggested to me that I go purchase a lock, something I hadn't thought of; but there were no lock stores close by.
|Along the lake|
|View from our hotel window outside Annecy|