Heaven

I spent the morning in violin master classes with Zakhar Bron. My favourite hotel (take note men with money). Chalet d'Adrien.

Then on impulse I went up to Savoleyres, 2500 metres by the ski lift.

I'm not very brave. It was wonderful. But I was so impressed to be welcomed by butterflies. A wall, a strange large white and the tiniest one I've ever seen.

Pizzerias closed in summer. No demand if you're not ski ing.

This young man argued with his father. "it's four hours and that's for adults. Of course we can't walk down". Gutsy kid.

I took the ski lift again.

And had the ultimate Sunday lunch at Al Capone.

I don't want to go home tomorrow.