To him we owe everything we know about the beginning. His life-long hobby was corresponding with relatives in France. He left us a collection of letters , photographs, and postcards, as well as a chart showing the Line that stayed in France, and the Line that came to America. It was the realization of the dream of a lifetime. But the crowning point of the trip was the moment when the little train entered the Valley of Chamonix in Haute-Savoie, crossed the river Arve, and he got his first glance of Les Houches the little town where it all began.
Church looks just like the pictures.
This is fine country around here with dandy farms without walls or fences. Different from the rest of France. They seem to reach to the moon, which is half full this evening and shining on the snow. Mt. Blanc is well-named. All dazzling white.