We set off from the chalet, and drove through some lovely scenery - hills, towns, winding roads, and tunnels, on our way to Annecy. It's one of my brother and sister-in-law's favourite places, so I wanted to stop off at the lake there, just for a little bit.
Happy memories of just sitting and enjoying the sunshine, and the gorgeous view.
We then had the long drive to the outskirts of Paris and our last hotel. The journey was fine - pretty uneventful. We had been quite looking forwards to this hotel, as on paper it was posher than our other ones, and had an indoor swimming pool, and evening meal in the restaurant. We did look fairly out of place traipsing in with our 3 million suitcases and the usual rubbish, and our bad French, but it wasn't really anything that special, and our meal was mediocre (and we had some language barriers trying to figure out which items on the menu came in our 'package' etc.) The kids didn't show us up too much (!) - they were the only kids in the place, though by the end of it we were all feeling in a bit of a silly mood!
After dinner we all went down to the pool - the thing the kids had really been looking forwards to, though felt a bit daft running back to our rooms soaking wet afterwards!
I shared a room with Lucy and Jack.
It was strange to be driving so close to Paris and not actually stopping off there, though once you start to head home, you just want to get on with the journey.