It's unusual to have such a blue-sky day in January, so today, we went for a walk for a few hours on the Salève. The hiking trail we aimed for was closed, so we headed up along the winding road at the southern edge of the mountain from Saint-Blaise.
Soon, the spring-ish looking green fields were covered in snow, and the branches and road in glistening ice.
Looking toward the Alps.
After a wintery afternoon, we descended back to the rolling valley in magical golden light that I've only ever seen in paintings of the French countyside.
