I ate a lot of cheese in France.
But the best was the night I had fondue for dinner. Trust me, you need only eat fondue once on a three week trip.
A group of us went to dinner at La Caleche. (I know. Just look at it. I took this photo on a walk around Chamonix in the rain. At first, that day, I was like darn, it’s raining but then I walked around anyway and look at that, Chamonix was extra gorgeous in the rain. Everyone with their cute umbrellas. AH.)
This was the view when I turned around in my seat.
Here is the fondue pot.
Here are the meat and potatoes.
Here is the bread and the little water jugs they gave us.
After eating enough for the next several days, we all hobbled home with the happiest stomach aches of our lives. I can’t even talk about it; it was so good. Everyone told me, upon hearing that I was going to France, about the cheese. But oh man. It really is the best cheese you will ever eat. That fondue night was one of the best of the whole trip.
Until next time, Chamonix cheese…