Route to the Grand Alps
I had chosen to make my way to the Alpes in the most direct manner possible. The aire of Jeurre was the first stopover where I started to feel the presence of the Alps. It was also the first place I lost my keys – searching for three straight hours in aching heat while another bemused Frenchman watched quietly from his Hymer – until I suddenly remembered I had stepped back from the van to take the below pictures before departing and they had fallen out of my pocket.
So enjoy them… they nearly cost me my trip before it had even begun.