After visiting friends in Chamonix, which I wrote about here, we were back on the road, shelling out WAY too many Euro’s as we went through a gazillion toll stations en route to Annecy, France.
Because the trip was booked very last minute, all the add-on destinations were decided just before we departed, so accommodation options were not plentiful. We managed to book somewhere pretty decent, Hotel Bonlieu, the room was nice and the bed was comfy, and for a one night stay, those are my only concerns.
Arriving early evening, we checked-in and dropped our bags in our room, before heading out to find a place to eat. This proved an utter pain in the arse. We’d walked in the direction the hotel receptionist pointed at, we’d even found a super cool Christmas market, but I’d not been feeling well and I didn’t want to add more trauma to my system by biting into a gluten filled burger or hotdog. We walked into restaurant after restaurant, only to be told they have no reservations. By this point, we were getting tired, cranky and hungry, so we did the unthinkable and ended up in a very touristy ‘Italian’ restaurant, the kind you’d find in Leicester Square. The very kind which is basically a crime to eat at in my opinion. But it was getting late, so needs must. And they had risotto, which is usually gluten free, so beggars cannot be chooser’s.
After dinner we starfished on the bed, flicking through the French tv channels to find some English speaking news, whilst eating Kiwi treats – Pineapple Lumps (yes I know, probably not a good idea, but they are gluten free!), which I’m so proud that The Boy Next Door is as passionate about eating as any born and bred kiwi. And then it was lights out ready for a new adventure tomorrow.
I woke up the next morning, and let TBND go solo in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. It’s France, the whole buffet is heaving with gluten, I’d be wasting my time. That and I was starting to feel more unwell, not really sure what was wrong. After breakfast, we checked out of the hotel and made our way into the old town of Annecy.
I’d seen a few photos on Google images, but really knew nothing about the place. We wandered around, through the old town, and it soon became apparent just how cute Annecy is.
The building that attracts the most photos in Annecy is the Palais de L’isle. Located in the centre of Thiou canal, in the old town, it was built in 1132. Let’s just think about that for a second, 1132?! That blows my mind. It was originally the residence of Lord of Annecy, later becoming the headquarters of the Count of Geneva and then became a courthouse, followed by a prison for many years. Wow I sound SO intellectual (got the whole lot from Google!).
The thing we are always most attracted to, no matter where we go, is food. Even when I’m feeling unwell!
I peered through the large window of the Boulangerie, and admired all the things I’d love to eat but couldn’t!
And then I did the exact same at a chocolate boutique across the lane. It all looked so delicious, but you know when you’re just not feeling right, and you really want that hot chocolate, but you’re trying to be a responsible adult and tell yourself that no, you’ll only come to regret it later. At which point, I reluctantly walked out of the store.
There were so many things to look at in Annecy, from the cute stores, to the deli’s filled to the brim with saucisson, cheese and wine.
We zig zagged through lanes, and I took a gazillion shots on my camera, bossing around my reluctant model. ‘Don’t look at the camera, just pretend you’re walking and looking at stuff!’. #bloggerlife
Lunchtime was around the corner, and so we started searching for somewhere to eat. Or more to the point, somewhere that I could eat.
It seemed so unexpected, but we came across a sushi restaurant, that was full of diner’s, and knowing this was a good option for me, we took a seat and ordered lunch.
The sushi was delicious, and there were so many menu options. If you find yourself wandering along the canals of Annecy, and you really don’t feel like French cuisine, then I really do recommend Sushi Express. The best bit wasn’t the sushi, it was the fact that the biggest, most adorable British Bulldog wandered in with his owners, and anyone that knows me well, knows I’m literally obsessed with them, like I basically have to be restrained as I have a tendency to leap on them and cuddle them as their owners look on in bewilderment. This was definitely the highlight of my day!
Back out in the old town, we walked around some more, wandering in and out of shops and were utterly perplexed by the shop that sold guns, knives, ninja stars and nunchucks, amongst other terrifying weaponry. I mean, what?!
Back in the car, we drove along Lake Annecy, which I believe is the second largest lake in France. Well at least I think that’s what I read somewhere, don’t quote me, you can do your own checking of this fact on Google. #lazy
We needed to hit the road again, this time heading to a place called Tallant, 1.5 hours from Lyon, to stay with friends in their country pile…