Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-08-22

tnree notelS at three attitudes (Me.
geve-Chamounix honey from innu-
in these heavenly meadows). And the
highest hotel has two fronts (a-strad-
die Titanic hump) with equal views
on the Mont Blanc range, close at
hand. and the setting sun to make
celestial glory. on the peaks of the
Belledonne and snow capped spurs Of
! the most westward Alps.
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The idea. of course, is not so much
to draw American tourists to France
as to keep the mass of mountain-go-
| ing French families from blowing
their money in Switzerland.
Winter sports. too. are demanded
equally by French and English. who
do not care to meet socially in Switz-
erland those whom they had met. over
| the top, somewhere in France"
/ The recent astonishing developments
] of Annecy and Evian reveal amply
how these well-to-do elements are
ready to simply mob up-to-date ho-
| tells in French highlands. And Ameri-
1 cans come along, of course. and sim
ply skim the cream where they find it.
| Another high-class generality.
! Voiron, where we met the auto
cars, will be remembered for it's eats.
silk-stockinged ambrosia which they
gave us (and every one expects) at
the Splendid of AK or the Imperial
Palace of Annecy, but the kind where
( they serve mountain trout with
vast block of butter, where the game
pies of. crisp netting crust hold "all
| the shoot" of big and little birds. and
! where you get fat capons actually
| roasted on turning spit before
wood fire, basted, basted, never ceas-
ing, by a pretty girl who is spelling
her complexion for you. Man, they
skinned milk and fats and real
country cream on supersweet savoy
strawberries not the deteStable
wooden little wood" frauds. And
gooseberry tarts. still warm!
! This Hotel Fugier at Voiron is big.
but is completely countryfied and it's
igourmandizing clientele is entirely
local, from fifty miles roundabout.
While we grunted in beatific trance
down in the darkened dining room.
musical society from Lyon. $50
covers strong. was doing Gargantuan
stunt in a noble upper chamber.
told. previously. our adventures at
the Grande Chartreuse. We came
down the Sappey into Grenoble.
1t is a terrific descent into the
of our party gritted their teeth and
gripped the side real earnest. 1t is.
of course, merely an impression, from
the precipices. The danger is nil on
these wide roads with massive para
pets, modern brakes and modern cut
out turns.
From Grenoble (veritable hub for
the Route des Alpes) the Service of
Dauphiny took US up that impressive
high road into Italy. where Hannibal
lost his elephants.
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Nothing in Switzerland can touch
the grandiose climb up to the Meije
by way of La Grave and Lauteret.
Thousands of our A. E. F. men. from
the rest area of Uriage went up, part
way or all. and I call them as wit
nesses. Yet. once at Lauteret. SEEM
ingly right beside the third greatest
glacier of Europe, the car starts you
on up, up, up again.
It is up, up, by unending zigzags,
past the tree line, past all vegeta,,
ton, to the bare rocks and eternal
SHOWS of the Enthusiastically lover
the top" of the Alps. Before you dive
down toward Italy there is black
tunnel under a peaklet, which con-
tinually dips ice water, while you
skid and slosh in glacier slush of the
ages and are uttering hasty prayer