Voulez-Vous-de-Vin-Chaud ?

1pm a.k.a. couldn't come soon enough, because it meant that it was time to find some euphoria amongst my chummies in the great climes of Le Tour. Donny, on just day#2, was skiing down reds- I felt so proud of him, what a feat. Especially after an employee from the Compagnie de Mont Blanc came over to me as we were all embarking on the icy homerun saying "Zis. Zis est darnjerous, non? Fera your fwiend, non?" Powerless to do anything, because I looked down the mountain and he was already storming some turns too far down to even contemplate returning. But he mastered his descent like a real pro. Meanwhile Rose was down at the bottom station bar buying in a round of hot wines to mark the beginning of greatly appreciated Apres-ski avec bon amis.

Rolling into the evening we embarked on another cosy boozy feasting in our humble little flat, but not before acquiring our 'usual' table, sitting on wooden chests and illuminated by red candlelight at The Slalom Bar; 100% French, wooden + pumping out consistently groovy musique- mainly French rap or reggae. Welcomingly hot rum coffees and refreshing demi-peche's to quench our post ski thirsty needs that had built up throughout the hot afternoon of making movies [watch this space] + venturing for the first time onto the ½ pipe [far out]. As we inhaled up Si Si + Donny's epically tasty Mexicano, we slowly but surely began melting + merging into the fittings of the flat in order to begin our favourite word game- that, I can guarantee is substantially more fun than it sounds!