Harley Davidsons and a whole range of two-, three- and four-wheel modes of transport invaded La Clusaz last weekend under the festival name Viva La Clusaz. Now, I’m a bit lost about this. La Clusaz is a sleepy farming village between summer and winter, a family summer holiday destination in the warmer months, and a snow-lovers’ playground in winter. When I think of La Clusaz, I think of typically Savoyarde things: cheese, cows, green grass, snow, more cheese, the French word ‘bof’, farmers and a general disdain for outsiders. So, why call a festival of American transport ‘Long Live La Clusaz’? I truly don’t understand. Surely ‘Viva la Harley’ or ‘Viva les Autoroutes’ would be more appropriate.
All sorts of bizarre motorbikes were on display, along with some very old cars and some brand new Hummers. Nothing about the weekend seemed to make sense except perhaps that it’s a chance for the tourist office to kick of the summer season before the hot weather brings the summer tourists.