"Travel makes one modest, you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world." - Gustave Flaubert

This weekend Whitney and I decided to explore the greater Geneva area, which means France. Saturday we went to Annecy (now called Annecy in my Pantsy by us, which I'm sure the francais love). It was the hottest day of the year, so we decided that rather than sweating at home, we would sweat while wandering cute shops and looking at a pretty lake.

As the highly rated tour guide that I am, I immediately took Whitney to the grocery store to buy myself some sunglasses and water. After 30 minutes of watching me try on sunglasses at a Rite Aid looking store, I decided I would be a good friend and host, picked a pair, and we were off. We stalked a purse that I ended up buying, perused artwork displayed on the street that Whit ended up buying, and sampled a delicious cookie that we didn't end up buying. 

Whit got me back for the sunglasses because after walking up the hill to go to the castle (gelato in hand to make it bearable in the heat) and walking back down again, she said she wanted a picture of the church up there. She thought we could see it from the bottom of the hill, but it ended up being at the top. I went with her anyway and sans gelato.

We got to dip our feet in the lake, which was sandy and turquoise. Unfortunately the water was very warm, so it wasn't exactly refreshing, although trying to get out back over the side where we jumped down did prove to be very exhilarating as I tried about three times and got my shorts that I'm wearing all this week dirty.

And we also had the best crepe ever. It was goat cheese, egg, herbs, tomatoes, and honey. We were well fed. Again, in true Whitney-Danielle fashion. 

In true Europe fashion, there was an angry, stinky mob trying to get back on the bus to head home. We made it on, though, and continued to solve the lasagna crisis of 2013 back at the apartment.