Long, straight, endless avenues cut through the town as sunbeams cut through the sky. Small streets are thrust like daggers into the heart of the city. The majestic mountains trap Grenoble like a bird in a cage. Thick mists are woven through them and their galvanic heights are crested with snow. The wilting trees try unsuccessfully to pierce through the low oppressing clouds.
Houses try to creep up the golden-carpeted slopes.
A few green trees stand out of this contrasting palette rebelling against nature's cycle. The constant murmur rises from the established society below. Only the ancient bells in their encasements break the din by their semi hourly tolling. Yet,within the depths of the mountains,visible but quite far from here,remains a haven, a place devoid of this, in which a calm may be found. Imagine, we ask of thee, how it once was, how it might be without this city.