Greetings from Val d’Isere. Or, as it should rightly be called, Val d’Sloane Square. If you are in London and wondering where all the super rich posh folk are, they’re here. Tossing their manes and bragging about what daddy owns and saying ‘Yorp, yorp, yorp countrylife!’ a lot. Venture to the après ski VIP bar and you will find their French counterparts. It is like the french cast of Made in Chelsea, drinking their trust funds with glossy nails, fur lined jackets and perfectly coiffed hair each trying to look more bored than the next person while very loud French house music plays. They have done about 30 minutes skiing between them, all season.
Aside from that, the place is excellent and more snow than you could shake a designer ski pole at.
So, here’s some pics to amuse you while I continue to risk life and limb on the black runs.
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