We awoke in the presence of divinity. The run was rising over Chamonix and its glaciers and it was just amazing. Like, TOTALLY AMAZING AND HUMBLING AND GROUNDING.
It was warm and a tiny bit less muggy in Colmar and we really needed a ride so we headed into town and as luck would have it, found our way onto the tour route.
I really dig Colmar, it’s apparently the Venice of France (not so much, to be honest).