We hopped on our bikes and started peddling through old town, up the hill into the quaint neighborhoods and across the Arve river until we reached the Swiss-French border. There was not much of a typical border crossing; there were no guards asking to see our passports or anything. In France, technically, Mt. Salève was about a 2 minute bike ride away.

We wanted to take the gondola up to the top of the mountain to see the much talked about spectacular views of the area. However, the gondola lift was closed for repairs. We decided to ride around the town and through the winding neighborhoods until we reached Geneva. Here are a few pictures of our journey:


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2 comments:
Oh mon dieu comme c'est magnifique!
Seriously, seriously beautiful country you two are living...Steve, love that you are still rocking the Red Converse!
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