Back to Paris and thence home, August 4 - 6
And that was the end of our Haute Route. We took the train back to Paris that day, riding back through all the little towns we’d encountered on our way in. I felt so nostalgic when we stopped in Martigny! We got bandages and betadine at a pharmacie in Lausanne.
In Paris, our first quest was to buy Chris a couple of long-sleeved linen shirts at Uniqlo.
It was a good weekend. We ate at our favorite restaurants. I got an assiette of shellfish, steak tartare, and baba au rhum at Le Vaudeville. Our hotel had air conditioning.
Then we went home. Chris’ arm struggled to recover, but eventually did get back to normal after an injection of American antibiotics.
And we’d had enough Alps for the moment. The next year, we hiked coastal Brittany. There were no mountains and the seafood was wonderful!