Annecy was beautiful. From it's winding cannals to it's charming pink and orange buildings. It felt like a dream. We ate a bowl of mushrooms at a fancy restaurant where they had cloth napkins and we danced to Frankie Vallie in the courtyard of a Château, and made a wish in an old well. The sun was out to warm our faces as we ate through cones of ice cream and browsed stalls of paintings at the little market. We purchased vintage post cards and walked along the lake. And only when the sun started to set did we come back to reality.
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