It’s not often you find yourself in a snowstorm in July, especially in Italy. Hard to believe that just over a hundred miles (180 km) from here the local Milanese residents are being slowly roasted by the Italian sun like a sun-dried tomatoes. My location as you might have guess is somewhere high in the Alps, perhaps only a 15 minute walk from the unmarked French border. What am I doing here? Well I ask myself the same thing daily, but the simple answer seems to be that I’m developing a masochistic tendency to seek out-of-the-way places that required a week of hard trekking to reach.
This particular trek is known as the Tour du Mt. Blanc, often included in lists of Continue reading