Chamonix? No Thanks. This place has it all and does it in style without the hype and the crowds.
As I take a peek over my shoulder, I can see my comfort zone. Its 800 metres below me.
Ella’s impromptu tap dance, jamming with a French singer we met over dinner had us all in love with Tap.
Beating cancer twice taught me to squeeze the juice out of each day.
We sit back in the sun, and make promises to keep up the picnics once we get home.
Relax. Active Travel no longer means climbing Everest.
Who knew hiking had so many benefits? Its the happy drug we all need.
After zipping around The French Alps on an e-bike I’m a convert.
I discover the perfect summer cocktail in France. Rosé de Givré.
Each piece of produce has a story, deserving to be devoured with appreciation. It begs you to slow down, considering each choice.