A journal of running, healthy food, mountains, bikes and technology by Julia Revitt

There’s a lady that walks past our apartment in Chamonix several times a day. She is always looking at her feet, looking thoroughly miserable and never says ‘Bonjour’ or even smiles. She’s in Chamonix – missing all the mountains, not smiling at the bird song nor feeling the sun on her face. Boy, she’s missing a lot.