The real St Etienne Di Tinee

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Turns out the real St Etienne di Tinee is lovely. A tiny French town with whistler vibes and narrow streets.

First off check Mikaya’s impression of her father. “Oooh Look at me, my name is Marc. If you don’t wash the dishes, you’ll be grounded for 3 months!” Imagine a mocking low voice and a chin wiggle that I definitely don’t do. 

Our apartment was directly across from the above clock tower, which was beautiful but also a bit annoying every 30 minutes all night long.

Brightly lit interior.

Got to witness a processional on Monday morning. More young people than I expected.

Walking down to a pond optimistic for swimming.

Turns out it’s not really a swimming hole. Habitat restoration and no swimming allowed. Still a nice picnic spot.

Walking home and doing more exploring.

Widest street in town!

Promenade along the river.

Went for dinner one night. I had a giant Alcacienne pizza that was delicious. White sauce, bacon and onions. It was huge! Leftovers made an amazing hiking lunch the next day.

We also frequented the local bakery which was so good. Didn’t take any picture of either. We did play at the bigger park after dinner. It had a zip line that was so fast you almost got looped up and over when it hit the bumper. Didn’t take many pics cuz I didnt want to encourage the kids.

St Etienne is a ski town but it doesn’t feel like one bc A. It’s summer and B. There is only a little gondola station in town that brings you up and over into the ski fields in the upper mountains, without any of the typical ski town infrastructure.

The above picture is us in the square on our way out to our next destination. My favourite thing in St Etienne was our hike up to Lacs des Vens, but that deserves its own post!