On the road again

I've changed lives again going from Argelès to Geneva once more. And immediately we set off for the mountains via a lunch time stop in Montreux (sans Jazz festival) for a lunch of spaghetti with black truffles. Granted we did not know that would be the menu. A walk along the lake with its gardens, wind chimes, statues, mountain view. Life does not get much better.



the trees were hung with wind chimes that played melodies in the wind.



The poor woman must have a tremendous back ache by now.



Broom decorations for Halloween.