We left Turin almost at the very end of August. Our destination was Paris. We were to drive through Switzerland and France.
I was expecting a pretty drive, lots of trees, etc. but the scenery I saw during the upcoming three days was beyond anything I could have imagined.
This is a short note on what made that drive so memorable.
The drive from Turin to the Swiss border was standard. There were two options to cross the border: either pay a €30 fee to use a tunnel that will help you cross the mountains quickly or use a squiggly road. We chose the squiggly road!
The road is called Route Grand-Saint-Bernard. I did get slightly carsick but the views were incredible. We stopped to take pictures several times and even though it was end of summer, it was already quite cold right before the sun was setting.
There was a lake at the crossing and paired with the sunset, it was the most beautiful view.
Since we had left Turin at 5 pm, by the time we had arrived to Switzerland we had nowhere to stay and it was getting late. So we chose to park in a natural space in between the mountains to sleep.
Blindfolds were really important because cars passing by would fill our car with their headlights. We naturally woke up at 3 am for a moment and when we looked up, I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. The sky was clear and because there wasn’t any light pollution from any city close by, I’ll never forget that view.
The next day we continued our journey and arrived to Martigny. On the way, I saw a vending machine with giant chunks of cheese!
We kept driving and reached the regional national park Gruyère Pays-d’Enhaut. It looked like the fields from the sound of music. It was really breathtaking. Somewhere in the park we decided to make lunch. While the food was cooking, I decided to do some yoga! Probably my top session ever, doing yoga while having the most amazing mountains as backdrop.
We continued driving and discovered Lake Geneva. Because we hadn’t showered that day, it was very handy to have a stunning lake where we could go in, get clean and take the scenery in. I think this was probably my favourite moment of the entire drive.
When we got back in the car, it was already time to find a camping spot to pitch up. We found one in the town of Orbe.
Orbe was right at the border with France. We were only two hours away from Dijon so we decided to explore the city that gave Dijon mustard its name. It was a small city so we managed to see the centre in just a few hours.
The drive from Dijon to Paris was on a main motorway so nothing to report on that front.
If you’re not pressed for time, why would you NOT drive from Turin to Paris.