Driving to Grenoble was a full-day voyage, straight through the center of France and then climbing to new altitudes in the Black Forest through winding pine tree mountain roads where clouds covered the road to the perfect soundtrack. By the time the car made its way to the Alpine valleys, the darkness had obscured the view and it took long hard looks with squinted eyes to realize that we were not surrounded by low-lying clouds but by magnificent mountains. We spent the night at Perrine's grandparents' house, a museum of Algerian artifacts and perfect wallpaper. It wasn't until the fog had lifted the next morning that we were able to fully take in the snow-capped mountains around every street corner.