Yup.  It happened. Although it was hard to separate the smells of cow dung and fine French cheese, it went down.  The place is called Ferme de la Charbonniere and basically it is floating above a barn where all the cows that the cheese comes from live.  It was so good too.  My cousins and I shared the fondu and a bunch of sliced meets and of course had more cheese for desert.

This was all followed by a trip up to the snow line, an after lunch trek through it, and a nutella crepe with tea. Perfect.

Oh, and I can’t leave out the impromptu accordion session at the cafe where we recuperated after our trek: