We live on a lake, surrounded by France. There is a dividing line down the center of the lake separating the French and Swiss parts.* One of the French towns on the lake is Evian. Yep,that’s right, like the water. I went there with Hokie (and some other fine folks who haven’t yet declared their names for this blog).
|Nice views from the boat to Evian|
|Proof we really are in France
|The mean streets of Evian|
Evian is small, cute, but small. People had told us that there wasn’t much there, but we wanted to try to go to France by boat and thought what the heck. It has a small shopping district where souvenirs are cheaper than in Switzerland. The Evian “experience”** is located there. It was a bit “bare bones” and could use some marketing help with the exhibits. I suggest an Evian fountain. If you are there, stop in anyway. It’s free.
|The Evian “experience”|
We walked along the street, stopped for crêpes and checked our watches. The next boat didn’t leave for over another hour. What to do? I had 5 Euros on me, so we went to the Casino.
I had a bottle of wine in my purse (don’t judge) because people picnicked on the boat ride over. You can see it below. Unfortunately, I was also carrying a bottle of Evian, in Evian. This was a big no-no. I couldn’t enter the casino with my bottle of Evian and had to check it!
|My purse as I took it in|
|The bottle of Evian I checked with the receipt for checking it.|
The funniest part is that they serve free Evian everywhere in the casino!
|Chillaxin in the park|
*This line in the lake between France and Switzerland is figural not literal. Please do not go looking to take a picture of it. You will look like an idiot.
**Evian also has a spa.