The French Family Félix

As some readers may know, John's Mum is French. Her brother and his family live in the south-east of France in the city of Grenoble, right at the foot of the Alps. We have visited them on several occasions in the past, while holidaying in Europe, but had not managed to see them at all since moving to England. Early this year, we decided that simply was not good enough, and promptly booked cheap(ish) flights for the first weekend in February. (Naturally we cleared it with them first).

Grenoble, as you can imagine, is an incredibly picturesque place. With the Isère river running through it and the impressive backdrop of the Alps, you feel surrounded by natural beauty. We had hoped for the possibility of more skiing, as there are numerous ski resorts within easy driving distance, but unfortunately the weather let us down. It was all rather grey and drizzly, dully reminiscent of the London weather we'd left behind us. We didn't let that spoil our fun though, instead spending a very enjoyable Saturday afternoon strolling through the nearby town of Annecy with John's aunt and uncle, Dominique and Pierre.
















On the Saturday evening we were treated to a Félix family feast, complete with five delicious courses. John's cousins, Anne and Laure, joined us with their partners and Anne's two little boys, Lucas (pronounced Luca) and Nathan (Na-ton), the latter providing much entertainment with his inexhaustible 3-year-old energy and endless French chatter. It was a jolly group, with conversation flowing in both French and English. John's French flourished but while Bec tried her best, she was grateful for the presence of a few English speakers to ease the pressure.

Merci beaucoup to Pierre and Dominique for your warm hospitality, which we hope to repay one day soon.