Like a lot of the towns we pass through, there is often a very old heart. And so it is in Annecy, a beautiful spot perched on the edge of a large freshwater lake in the French Alps.
Shallow crystal clear streams flow below and around the old arched, grey stone buildings. Along the waters edge are snaking boardwalks and aromatic cafes. Throughout the narrow cobbled streets, market stall vendors sell local fruits, vegetables, cheeses and meats. And on each street corner is the ubiquitous ice cream parlour and postcard shop.
After two wonderful days of wandering and exploring we catch the bus up to Geneva for a flight to Barcelona.