I found someone who dislikes riding in the bubbles nearly as much as I do.
Now, everyone who comes to visit must be taken on a ride up the bubbles to the Bastille. It’s about the only tourist attraction Grenoble really has to offer. On a clear day, you allegedly can see Mont Blanc from up there. Today is cloudy and drizzly, but it’s the only day we can go (there’s talk of a road trip to actually go to Mont Blanc tomorrow)… so off we went.
On the rides up and down, Julie and I nearly left imprints from our hands on the metal railing in the bubbles, we were gripping so darn hard. On the ride down, Patrick missed our bubble and had to get in the one behind us. I asked him if it wasn’t just a little bit on purpose to get pictures of our looks of terror from a different angle; he says no.
At the Bastille, the clouds rolled in and we could barely see anything. We couldn’t even see the bubbles approaching the station. Then as quickly as the clouds came, they left. It wasn’t clear enough to see Mont Blanc but it was still a good view. Kaitlyn lasted about one minute longer than she did last time before getting bored and asking to go back down. I distracted her as long as possible to let everyone see what they could before I could take it no longer.
I had raved about the place Todd and I ate on pizza row, so we walked there for lunch. But it was closed. Turns out that things downtown are closed on Monday and much of pizza row is closed on Tuesday. (I think the museum there is also closed on Tuesday.) We found another one which was very good. Kaitlyn ate an entire pizza then said she was tired. She never says she is tired. But following that declaration, we opted to skip walking around the pedestrian district and instead drove to Chamrousse. About half way up the mountain, the clouds got scarily thick. I was very glad I’d made that drive before. At the top there was so little to see because of the clouds that we didn’t even get out of the car, we just went home. Besides, we had to get ready for dinner. Tonight we have reservations.
The restaurant is about an hour from the house, but it comes very highly recommended. It’s called Nemoz and the specialty is racklette. I cannot spell the name of the restaurant or the dish, sorry. Basically, they put a giant chunk of cheese on a plank next to an open fireplace and as it gets melty they scrape it onto your plate. I was pretty unsure of it, given my cheese concerns, but I figured the worst case was I’d have to order a second meal (or heat up a hot dog at home). It was fantastic. We have a new place where we must take our house guests. Now that I think about it… I may have to figure out how to ask for a menu to add to our collection of menus from our favorite restaurants.