Megeve, French Alps

 When you’re invited to the Alps for Valentine’s… How do you resist? You don’t.

I flew into Geneva, which was the most unorganized airport I’ve ever been to..

Gian Paolo picked me up in his Porsche Cheyenne and brought me to Megeve.img_7266.jpg

He drove me to this crazy house his parents built out of old wood from an old farmhouse they bought…


Mont Blanc across the valley…


Everyone in Megeve is decked out in fur hats, fur boots, and onesies. Oh, and they only travel by horse.

It didn’t snow, but the snowboarding was sick and my face got fried by the sun.img_7270.jpg
Thanks GP. More pics here.

Bisous, iris.

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