Best of intentions...but it was crawling up into the 50's as day broke and whatever snow was left is gone...a bike ride to Divonne with Benjamin was the fallback plan. Upon arrival, I blew out my front tire, so we had to retire to small pub in France for hot chocolates and pastis. Jeanne came on the rescue mission and brought us home for the Giant Meatball Subs (GMS's) ala Jeanne.

The alps are clear again today and desperation slowly sets in....