We woke up late, again. Chamonix seems to do this to me. I blame it on the clear air and the snug warm apartment, but perhaps this time it was also because the streets were very quiet. Father Christmas had done his job and most people seemed to be pre-occupied in doors.
My sister, Saskia, and her husband Nick had booked to go to Chamonix for a long weekend, so we decided to grate-crash their party and join in the fun...