Waking up to glorious sunshine with views of the snow capped Mont Blanc in the distance, it wasn't long before we were donning stripey tops and setting off along the twisting valley on 'bicyclettes' with onions jauntily balanced on the handlebars and swinging in the breeze as we pedalled off past several Impressive and opulent Chateau's to meet up with the locals sitting on rickety chairs under a red checked tablecloth 'al fresco' style outside a famously quaint cafe, 'Pret-a-Porter' for 'petit dejeuner'. An awkwardly large chap with a ruddy face and dressed in a long apron greeted us kindly and briskly brought our order of steaming plates of boiled snails, deep fried frogs legs and a large Coq au Vin!
Re-invigorated, we decided upon a religious experience. A visit to a 12th century pilgrimage site to which the devout drag themselves up on their knees to experience the blessed virtues of the 'Fallen Madonna' and make incense offerings in the holy tomb of 'Le Chien Mort'.
A jaunty song by French artist, France Gall.
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