We visited Annecy during our trip to Lyon. It stroke us by surprise with its celestial, unpretentious charm: the sometimes-misty-sometimes-vivid Lac d’Annecy (Lake Annecy), the lovely Vieile Ville (old town) filled with flower-bedecked houses, and the Middle Age turreted castles that made us feel like walking in a fairy tale.
We arrived on a very early Saturday morning, when the petite ville just woke up. We run into its weekend local market, which was such a feast for eyes. I once heard a saying goes "If someone loses hope for life, take him to the local market."
Cannot agree more.
Sitting on a triangular islet in the center of old town, the 12th-century Palais de l’Isle has been a lordly residence, courthouse, mint and prison over the centuries.
In the morning, Lake Annecy was covered with mist, like a young girl under the silk veil. Slowly, sunbeam pierced through the canopy and drew an oil-painting-like scene with sublime sun pillars. The often-snow-capped mountains gradually showed up from behind the scene. Around noon, the turquoise surface of Lake Annecy was finally revealed. It was such an beautiful experience that nature shared with us.
We joined a cruise on Lake Annecy, which stopped by each village along the shore. Living in the houses that faced that crystal water and backed the snow-topped mountains would feel like a dream to me, like the movie The Sound of Music. (But to be fair, Annecy is at the border of Swiss, so Swiss should keep this credit for movie.)
During the cruise, we saw many people paragliding. It must feels so good just to hang around up in the sky. (zoomed-in version on the left)
So, another reason to come back!