Lo and behold it was. 'Must be my birthday," I thought, though reality and the clouds now appear to be setting in once more...
The weather was not so kind over the weekend. As we drove over the Massif de Bugey on Saturday afternoon, the autoroute was shrouded in mist and drizzle and the car heater was almost on maximum. Things could only get better. And they did.
The mystery destination turned out to be Château Coudrée on the shores of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva), and the rest of the weekend stayed dry, albeit grey.'Twas the company that made the weekend though. Aahh... Secluded away from the main building in the Chalet Poupée, a dolls house indeed, complete with outsize key, the romantic getaway was made complete by a champagne apéritif, a decidedly delicious meal, and a very nice Bourgogne even if it was almost the cheapest on the menu & about a 20th the cost of the most expensive...
Sunday morning, we made our way home via Yvoire, another pretty though touristy mediaeval village on the shores of the lake.
There was even a brief hint of sunshine as we wandered the cobbled streets and watched two crows harassing a large bird of prey into dropping its catch into the marina. All in all, not a bad way to celebrate growing older...
