My wife, Jill, and I traveled to France for a variety of reasons, including to experience the European Alps, to immerse in a different culture and way of life, to eat and drink well, as the Europeans do, and to have a good ol’ fashioned road trip adventure. We landed in Paris, and enjoyed our first jet-lagged day there. The next day, we rented a car, picked up our very good friend from college, Ryan, who had flown into Paris from Minnesota, and we started driving southeast, to Chamonix.
We arrived in Chamonix, a town tucked deep in the French Alps, well after sunset, and so we couldn’t see much in terms of the surrounding mountains at first. We stayed in a local Airbnb, a local’s apartment home, and got up early to catch the very first gondola up to the summit terrace of the Aiguille du Midi, a mountain at 3,842 meters (12, 605 feet) above sea level, in the heart of the Mont Blanc massif. We took in views of Aiguille du Plan and Aiguille de Grepon, pictured, as mountaineers made their way from the Aiguille du Midi onto the surrounding glaciers.