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Chamonix 2022

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After our long hike near the river yesterday, we decided to go to Chamonix (shah-mo-nee) on Saturday. 
For breakfast, I made this cottage cheese and avocado (from my farm, we carried it all the way to Geneva) open sandwich.

Chamonix was kinda hot and crowded, yet still beautiful. Saw the small chapel we visited in 2013, and it is as beautiful as I remember.
Mom and dad praying in church 7 (I'm counting the number of churches we visited during this trip)...
This little angel was sleeping inside...
The doors, the views and the stained glass windows...

Just trees and mountains everywhere.

This cute little Ram tap... and cold fresh water just flowing.

We then went to St. Michael's church which is right in the center of this small mountain town...

The view outside the church (church 8)...
The church in all its glory... with the Alps in the background. In 2013, we attended Sunday mass here, and the echo of church bells was everywhere, it was unbelievably magical. Those sacred mountains resounding with joy... you can find the video here, scroll to the bottom.

Sitting in the shadows taking in the sight of the mountains...

My brother picked up this orange baked cakish cookie, it was pretty good.

Here they are....some orange cakish pastry.


We then settled down for lunch and this is my kir...

I had to take it outside and click a picture with the sacred mountains...

Mom ordered some pork, cheese and avocado salad.

My brother got this shrimp, avocado salad...

I had this spinach, egg and cheese crepe...
Then we just walked around, found the brocante (thrift store)... 
Taking in the sights..
I had to buy an ice cream just to recreate the picture we took in 2017... we then started on our way back to Geneva. We reached Geneva just in time for the evening mass which was in Spanish and the singing was lovely.
Church 9, I don't remember the name of this church.
I loved the way they decorated the altar, with plants and greenery...
Just potted plants everywhere... it looked elegant.
Here's Mother Mary with flowers around her... and candles glowing softly. A fun day exploring mountain towns and walking around with curly hair (my sister used a cloth belt to curl my damp hair and it turned out great). 

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