Bon bon bon

Bonneville is very bonny, but not very villey. There is nowhere to go out. Apparently everyone between 17 and 30 has left for Annecy, as every single person tells us to go there. Annecy is the local college town and it is beautiful (we took the train through it) but it’s also an hour away. We’ve been casually seeking out anyone remotely close to our ages, which meant when I opened my bank account, I spent half the time trying to get the receptionist to invite us out with her, making us sound like complete losers who had no where to go. Embarrassingly, it didn’t work but I did learn where to go out if we got ourselves to Annecy. We went to a fabulous fondue dinner at Kat’s teachers’ house. She and her 17-year-old daughter then took us to a bar in their town. Not only was no one carded, but no one seems to care if teenagers drink here. In fact, they’re encouraged to have a glass of champagne or wine before dinner to appreciate the art of alcohol. The attitude is so much healthier than in the US and they said there are far fewer drinking problems here as a result. And, a 17 year old knows more about alcohol than I do.