Shhhh…. don’t let everyone know about the marvellous ski resort of Megeve. Having just returned from my latest trip to this gem of a place in France which, even in half term, has wide open un crowded slopes and lovely places for coffee at 11, vin chaud at 12 and a long lunch at 1… who says I’m a lightweight? My travelling companion was an adrenaline hungry teenager who was looking for more than a place to ‘chow down’ as he elegantly put it… off he went with Gerrard who put him through his paces, scared the life out of him (bravo) and delivered a more contrite specimen back to the chalet… big smiles all round.
Cheap it is not, but for the price of a glass of wine at Coeur de Megeve you can watch gorgeous women walking arm in arm with gorgeous men (how often does that happen?), smell the horses as they take their passengers on a sleigh ride around the beautiful village, ogle the gorgeous clothes in the shops and the people wearing them in real life. After a couple of glasses you are having such a good time you really won’t care how much you are spending so it’s off to Jazz Club with you… such a cosy fun bar with live music and a weird mixture of snacks to keep the hunger at bay… pretzels, tomatoes and La Vache Qui Rie cubes of cheese all together in a bowl with ham cheese and peanuts on the side… unconventional, but most welcome to the inebriated.
Now we all know that in a resort like this fur talks… but it only takes a little bit, the geometric fur trimmed scarf in browns and greys went down a treat on day one, day two was the turn of the black flower design… now you’re talking, and by day three with my cosy fur neck warmer tucked into my so old it’s cool ski jacket and new bunny key ring, everyone was my best friend… even the lady on the door of the Jazz Club!
So, if you are off to the slopes anytime soon, wear a little fur, drink a little wine and hang the expense…. oh and don’t fall off the button lift in front of a teenager!