A few more glimpses of the village of Risoul under a new fall of snow. Rather off the beaten track for glitzy winter sports, which suits us very well. The ski pistes are further up the mountain at Risoul 1850, the same altitude as the far more glamorous Courchevel further north into the French Alps.
Above the church the road was silent and smelled enticingly of wood smoke mixed with incense. I was drawn inside to find a spartan wooden interior and an intriguing story of sainthood and perfume from the seventeeth century which I shall have to tell another day.
4 comments:
Your pictures always astound me. Thanks for a glimpse of the. . .shall we call them the foothills of the French alps?
Anything that involves snow and incense just has to be good. Waiting with bait-like breath. 8-)
What spectacular images, it may get cold, but the beauty and serenity of snow-scaped images more than makes up for it.
What a pretty peaceful winter scene of Rioul covered in snow. Thanks for sharing.
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