It was a fantastic few days on the mountains of Zermatt, Switzerland. Ever since my brother and his friends stayed there during college I dreamed of seeing the Matterhorn and Zermatt, both of which exceeded my expectations. I hiked, ate mountain lunches en plain air and checked into a couple of hotels that were just delightful! The weather was idyllic with blue skies and few clouds which made photographing the majestic views of the Matterhorn a dream come true.
What do Kylie Minogue and I have in common? We both slept in this cozy bed at Hotel Les Chalets de Philippe in Chamonix, France. It is a fairytale nook in the woods in a luxury chalet in Chamonix overlooking Mont-Blanc. Charm oozes out of every beam and antique in this 17th century abode.
Hiking in the rain was surprisingly fun! A rainy day in France is better than a sunny one in most places. Megève, France has a multitude of activities, both indoor and outdoor, to keep visitors chipper no matter the weather. So far it has been rainy on and off since my arrival yesterday, but I have hardly noticed. Between shopping, touring the local sights and hiking today in the mountains it has been an absolute pleasure spending time here with Best of the Alps – a European collaboration of the twelve world famous tourist destinations of the Alps – Chamonix Mont-Blanc, Cortina d’Ampezzo, Davos, Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Grindelwald, Kitzbühel, Lech Zürs am Arlberg, Megève, Seefeld, St. Anton am Arlberg, St. Moritz and Zermatt.
The Moulin Rouge and Montmartre by day are calm and beautiful spaces to explore. Montmartre has spectacular views of the City of Light, Eiffel Tower off in the distance. Because I spend a lot of time in my favorite arrondissement (the 6th) it seems more like a village to me than the large metropolis we know it really is.
Earth shattering no, but the sight of a naked Parisian model definitely caught pedestrians by surprise. Fashion runways are full of skinny chicks in short skirts and low cut, backless numbers so it came as no shock to me when I was roaming the streets of Paris in the textiles area, close to Boulevard Saint-Germain, that I happened upon a window with a pretty gal wearing what appeared to be nothing but paint.