Dreaming of The Snow Capped Mountains… That I Love…

It’s a… rainy…

November… day…

à… Paris…

I’m already… dreaming of a…

Long long… skiing trip…

“Dans un petit village“…

In a little… old village…

Somewhere…

On the… snow capped…

Whiter than white… mountains of France…

With cosy… chalet rooftops…

Dripping… with snow…

Like the… infinitely romantic…

Saint Martin… de Belleville…

Val d’Isère… or…

The sun drenched… Val Thorens… part of the well-linked… relaxed…

Les Trois Vallées… skiing area…

Where one can still… buy fresh milk in a pail…

So… charming…

Or Les Coches… the small car-free village… where one gathers around the log fireplace… drinking hot chocolate…

Still… dreaming…

My mind… travels to…

Courchevel…

A ski resort… par excellence…

Which is spread… over four ski stations…

Where designer boutiques flourish with abundance… and beautiful women are draped with luxurious fur coats… hats… boots… et all…

Of course…

Our darling black Jeep… goes with us everywhere…

We’re at… hotel “Les Airelles“… or…

The impeccably chic Le Cheval Blanc… where the staff is dressed by Hermès…

Stylish…

The most dazzling hotels… are at Courchevel…

The suites… are sumptuous…

The cuisine… delicious…

“Comme”… Le Coin Savoyard… restaurant…

Or the blond dashing… Pierre Gagnaire‘s… two Michelin starred restaurant…

Divine…

As the… song goes…

I’m dreaming… of a lovely…

Romantic…

White… white…

Passionately… alluring trip…

Up… the snowy…

Savoie mountains… that I love…

“Très… Très… Prochainement…”

Very… Very…

Soon…

How about…

You…??

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