And I regret not bringing a camera with me on this trip. “Yeah, seen it all before”, I thought.
I have seen it all before. But that doesn’t stop Chamonix, particularly after snowfall, being one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited. I’m sat in the hotel right now looking out over one of the nursery areas in the direction of the Aiguille du Midi.
It’s stunning. Frankly, simply, ridiculously stunning.
The sun has just gone over the peak so is streaming towards me. I have to shelter my eyes to see the view. Everything’s coated in fresh snow, including the tree in the distance that looks ghostly as a result. The trees on the mountain slope to my left have a dusting while the peaks are now covered in a gorgeous white glow.
Even though the lifts aren’t open yet, some people are hiking up the nursery area and skiing, boarding, sledging and bum-boarding down.
Ha! And I just spotted a snowman on the other side of the street!
I’m sorry I can’t share the view. Believe me, I’m not trying to make anyone jealous. I’m just trying to leave myself a memory as a blog post as I’ll have to carry this year’s images away in my head.
I was going to add a stock image to this post, but I just can’t find anything that would do it justice.