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. Got just a glimpse of it in the full sunlight and it nearly stunned me. No use to describe it. While this rain was falling yesterday, it was snowing like fury up in the mountains. Very old houses like most of the country places around here.