winter bites one more time

As rain and snow swept across Europe we kept part of our Easter weekend plan, driving up a godforsaken valley south of St Jean de Maurienne for a night in a B & B (600 sq m of converted barn!). After a rich and boozy supper I was surprised to find myself giving shiatsu to a fellow guest on the living-room floor, responding to the concern of his (very assertive!) wife.

Spring (not) at the Chalet de St Roch

The next day we ventured out on snow shoes, trying to glimpse the iconic Aiguilles d'Arves. There was great excitement when the Tête du Chat loomed, gigantesque, through the cloud.

At St Sorlin d'Arves we had tantalising views towards the Aiguilles, once again - and here was yet another place we'd like to return to in more clement weather...