Annecy, France—I am running on zero sleep, only pure enthusiasm to be back in “The Venice of France”.
This quintessential French town gives you everything up front—the Alps, a crystal clear lake, and pastel colored architecture that runs through medieval canals in the vieille ville.
The natural complexion of the Old Town puts visitors at ease—no need for contouring or filters—just be yourself and enjoy this little gem!
So, it is precisely what I do—I settle into my Airbnb studio in the heart of old town. A tiny kitchen, with the most basic necessities, that leads to the living room and dining area. The bed lies up in a loft, atop the bathroom. It gets a bit hot, but it is cozy—I tell myself. Plus, there is a reading lamp by loft-bed! (Does it get better than this?)
Still running solely on enthusiasm, and dismissing my throbbing headache, I head over to Monoprix, where I purchase basic groceries to stock up my petite fridge.
By the time I return to my tiny studio in Rue de I’lle, I am ready to go to bed. But, I fight it. Instead, I play Selena—the one and only—and chop spring onions to add to the poulet I’ve prepared. As the chicken sears, I prepare a deliciously simple salad—butter lettuce, shredded carrots, diced tomato, avocado bits and boiled egg; extra onion, of course. EVOO, salt and pepper.
I sit, enjoy my salade with a glass of merlot, watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schimidt on Netflix—and wondering if perhaps I should be doing something a bit more cultured. Then, I decide that Titus Andromedon would do the same—and so I watch Season 3, Episode 12—shamelessly.
As soon as I finish my meal, however, my eyelids succumb to temptation. I fall asleep and dream of being on a “Cheese Cruise” with Alex. Yep, precisely as it sounds: an all you can eat cheese buffet in the Caribbean!
I must—I repeat—I must listen to my subconscious and so I plan to make it to Fromagerie Pier Gay after work tomorrow.
Running on Zero sleep, who needs caffeine when you have fromage?
So, I bid you adieu from Annecy, friends! Bonne nuit!