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We arrived in a blizzard and only the next morning, looking out of our bedroom window, did we appreciate the majestic view from our French alpine chalet - of Sainte Foy below us, the craggy white mountains above us, and the valley ahead leading up to Val d'Isère, 20km away. The Sainte Foy valley is so pretty and compact, with its forests and medieval church spires, it looks like the inside of a snow globe. We wandered upstairs to the main open-plan sitting room for breakfast - a vast full English made by masterchef Fiona, coffee, orange juice plus baskets of croissants - and got a better view still from the floor-to-ceiling windows. We were in an unspoilt alpine village, not a cable car, neon sign or braying English skier in sight - only the bubbling of the hot tub and the odd chirp of birdsong punctuated the soft snowy silence. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
