I had been yearning for an adventure to disrupt my busy last couple of weeks. When presented with what seemed like the perfect break to my December schedule I was not hard to convince; I boarded a flight without flinching to go and explore a winter weekend in Megève in the French Alps.
The adventure quite literally began when my feet hit the icy Swiss ground when I discovered that my suede tassel loafers weren’t the most suitable choice for a snowy winter weekend. My friends had a good laugh as I struggled like Bambi. To compensate for my slippy understanding of shoes in the cold winter, I at least had my suede gilet from Eleventy and my cashmere lined peccary gloves from Hestra to keep me warm.
As a surprise, my friends had made the bold decision to travel the last leg from Geneva to our final destination with two small JODEL D-140 propeller planes. Hesitant at first, being used to larger flying machines, I strapped in and was quickly blown away. A memorable birds-eye view of the dramatic mountain landscape unfolded beneath us, with the peaks towering above the narrow glass ceiling of the cockpit.