Chamonix is a cute little mountain village that has swollen to freakish proportions because it is at the base of Europe's highest peak. In winter, it's unbearable, full of ultra-wealthy ski-tourists jostling each other aside in order to spend more, more and even more money.
In summer, it's a bit more bearable. Lovely, even. From the village, you can take the adorable, tiny Montenvers train and go up to the Mer de Glace glacier- which is what we did.
The glacier is, of course, smaller in summer. Much of the surface is covered with dirt and rocks, as well- but you can still see the ice down the center.
(In the picture are my three girls, plus Z. She was our neighbor back in Ouaga and the twins have been missing her)
From the top train platform, we took a telecabin down to the surface of the glacier. From there, you can take stairs down to the entrance of the ice cave that they carve out every year into the side of the glacier. as it was kind of drippy and dark-ish, I didn't manage to get any good pictures. Sorry. All I have left is a picture of the kids cooling off after a long, hot walk around the town. Everybody looks pretty happy, except for little F. His parents didn't want him to have his own slushy drink and he had definite ideas to the contrary. It's hard to share when you're just two.