On our way, we stumbled upon this soap store. It seems to be a pretty popular brand, Maison du Savon de Marseille (house of soap of Marseille). Oh my, the smells of some of these soaps was phenomenal. It was like the French version of LUSH. I probably sucked up half a bar of the coconut milk soap up my nose.
A bonus was that the shopkeeper was the cutest little grandad you ever saw, which semi-guilted us into making a purchase. I mean, it wasn't really guilt, we needed some souvenirs anyway. But, that is a great sales strategy. If you're in the retail business, hire adorable little grandads who only know French. I asked him in broken French, "Ce savon, c'est pour mes mains?" (This soap, it's for my hands?) to which he replied, "C'est pour tout! Le visage, le corps, les pieds!" (It's for everything! The face, the body, the feet!). Ugh, come on grand-pere! Stop being so friggin' cute, will ya?
The castle is nothing short of "pretty cool." Seriously though, it's just kind of a whatever castle. It's a historic monument and rightly so, but it's got this sort of playschool vibe, if you know what I mean. It's just kind of mundane. I think it looks a lot cooler from town, looking up at it sitting all mighty on the hill. Up close, it's still pretty but it loses some pizazz.
On our way home from dinner, we had to stop here and make my cousin and E take a photo because they flew in from Texas. Ha, how bizarre is that?! I mean, why? Why in this little tiny country lakeside town, does this place exist? I mean, do they lure in a lot of business with the promise of a haircut by a Texan? I'm wondering if the barber really is Texan, because if so, that's super cool! I have so many questions for him! How did you end up there? How did you get a work permit? Do you have a visa or are you a citizen?
That's it for Annecy. Two cities down, two to go. Next up is Nice!