Ascending Mont Blanc from Geneva

From above, the journey from Geneva to Mont Blanc unfolds in breathtaking simplicity.
The city of Geneva gleams below, its lake a shimmering mirror, split by the spire of the Jet d’Eau.
The Jura Mountains fade into the horizon as you soar southeast, crossing the border into France.
Annemasse lies just beyond, a bustling patchwork of streets and markets.
The land rises gently, and Bonneville appears, its medieval castle clinging to history amidst the rolling green.
Cluses follows, a quiet valley town with the hum of watchmaking in its heart.
The air cools as you approach Sallanches, nestled beneath Mont Blanc's shadow.
The peaks sharpen, their white crowns glinting in the sunlight.
Chamonix comes into view, cradled by towering cliffs and glaciers, its alpine charm undeniable.
At last, Mont Blanc looms, a titan of ice and stone.
The air grows thin, the silence profound.
From its summit, the world stretches endlessly, a sea of peaks and valleys, timeless and majestic.