Reflections on Annecy Le Vieux
Spring has started in Annecy le Vieux
I look up and there are mountains in the distance, a fog that swallows them whole, new blooms on the trees – red and purple and white, like a sunset that grows from the earth.
As beautiful as these ancient streets are
with their cracked cobblestone and stucco walls, the clear canal that runs through them, the bright wooden shutters on the windows, just one look at the mountains in the distance…
This city has no dead ends. There’s always some hidden passage, some tight alley of yellow and orange and blue stone, some archway you can duck under and escape into something new.
You don’t have to be a Christian to pray here. You don’t have to have any religion at all.