Flying to Geneva in the morning, then catching a train - along the Lake Geneva shore,
past Montreux - to Sierre. From there, 12 minutes on the funicular, and we are up in the fresh,
crisp air of Crans Montana by mid afternoon.
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Left: View of the mountains on the other side of the Rhone Valley, from our hotel window.
Right: Soon our friends arrive too.
We are in the same company as we had in New York (exactly 1 year and 1 week ago): Anna, Rosie and
Bunnie, who have brought a litre-bottle of duty-free Absolut Vodka again :-)
After a drink and getting changed, we go out for a quick meal in town.
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Maisie offers to taste the wine for us...
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...and nods her approval.
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Margaret's perch in lemon butter (above), and my salmon in aniseed sauce (left)
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Then quickly back to the hotel, before heading for the venue.
On the rooftop outside the corridor window, there's some pure white snow.
Usako & Kousa can't resist jumping onto it and leaving their marking.
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In the act...
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...and the result.
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