Megeve, French Alps

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

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