I’d feel more accomplished if I’d actually walked the 3000 or so metres to enjoy this view, but thanks to some suprisingly stable cable cars, it made for a less sweaty and more relaxing opportunity. Carrying what seemed to be more sketch pads and pencils than sandwiches, the view of the receding glacier at Argentiere near Chamonix was a sight to behold.

Some climbers were seeking their thrills and an Ibex led us up the lush stream lined and rocky path. Arriving near the top (the top would have meant metal ladders on veritcal sheer drops) we were rewarded with a view of the town. The glacier looked like it was balanced… paused in motion, with an impending doom that one day God would press ‘fast forward’. I’ve returned with a determination to capture both the awesomeness of these mountains and the mournfullness that perhaps one day, we as a civilization, might think things like snow topped mountains and glaciers were a thing of mythology.