Most of my days involve a fair amount of wandering—urban exploration. But exploring Grenoble one leaned harder into the margins than usual. Less about manicured parks and postcard facades, and more about the edges—those neighborhoods beyond the city’s polished center.
My first day in Grenoble, it was a bit misty and rainy; there were even some light snow flurries. I was still committed to getting out there and capturing the city, and I couldn’t wait.
I spent the whole day walking around, taking photos, videos, etc., and it wasn’t until the day was almost over that I realized I had basically been walking around in circles.
When I first arrived in Grenoble, it was late. I’d taken the bus from Genova—it clocked in just under six hours, around five hours and forty-five minutes. Honestly, I loved it. Buses give you a different kind of view than the train—slower, more grounded, more revealing. On the way there, it was dark and I couldn’t see much when we passed through the Alps, but on the way back? Breathtaking.
