Abby Road via the French Alps

FRENCHKISSED update: This freebie is no longer available for download, but you can buy it in my Zibbet or Etsy shop! Mes amies, this week's freebie is one of those images that I debate with myself back and forth. "You're crazy; no one else is gonna like this" to "This is SO cool (pun notwithstanding)! Definitely different."
I know one reason why I hang on to it and keep coming back to it is because it makes me think of the iconic photo on the Beatles' album of the 4 of them crossing Abby Road.
There's such a sense of grandeur and space in this photo. It is taken at Chamonix in southeastern France. Wikipedia says Chamonix 'shares' Mount Blanc in its backyard with Italy and it is the third most visited natural site in the world.
Here is a fun web cam site I found for Chamonix: http://www.chamonix.com/webcam,12,en.html
One look at the first image and you'll see that the region is still snowy and still big like it was in 1903 when this postcard was mailed to "Chere Angele."
Trying to translate the French was a frustrating experience. I get just enough to be thoroughly confused. If anyone would like to jump in with an interpretation, please do! From what I can deduce, Rosalie says that she really enjoyed reading with Angele. 'I want to believe that you breathe the powder and I breathe the roses, but ?? Rose without thorn consoles you, so with pleasure I tell you that we may soon see you and the ladies. A load (?) is a good thing."
Despite my confusion, at least we can rest assured that she's not writing about having La Grippe (flu/diarrhea) and the French script is a perfect touch to compliment our black and white scene -- right down to the funny-shaped ink blot!
I think a big red bow would trim this winter scene perfectly. If you hang it on your tree, please send me a snapshot!

FRENCHKISSED update: I know most folks don't come back to their comments left. But I must shout out a big Merci BEAUCOUP to Kominsa, for translation of the text!

"It gave me much pleasure to read you, I can believe that you are inhaling dust and I am inhaling roses but remember that there are no roses without thorns. Take comfort in telling yourself that we might have the pleasure to see each other soon and to you and the ladies a cartload of good things."

Now...what I'm wondering is, what dust? The French word for dust can also mean powder -- does this mean snow powder? The postcard was mailed in August, 1903, to Angele in Vienne-Isere in Southeast France. Today Vienne is about a 3-hour drive to Chamonix; I'm sure it took longer to get there in 1903. Was Angele visiting Chamonix and Rosalie sent her this card to greet her on her arrival back home? Or, was Rosalie talking about desert dust? From what I can piece together from web sites I visited, the region in the valley surrounding the alps can be very dry "classic Mediterranean hinterland, ... arid hills covered in scrub and coarse vegetation." Hmmm....I think I need to hop on a plane and check this out for myself:)
OH and one more PS -- so glad to hear you ladies are seeing the same potential in this image as I did!