I ended 2025 exactly the way I began it: legs trembling, hurtling (albeit not very fast) down the side of a mountain—all in the name of fun, ha! I’m neither a skier (nor a sadist), but after finding myself in yet another ski family, and a few years into what is now a decade-long relationship with my avid skier partner, I realised resistance was futile. My snow-plough hasn’t improved much in the years since, but happily my après outfits have. Ditto my winter holiday planning. I struck gold (or whatever the skiing equivalent might be) when I landed on Magic Megève Bois, a charming ski-in chalet in France’s exclusive Megève.
Megève is known as one of the French Alps’ plusher ski resorts, famous for its wide, tree-lined slopes and reliably good snow. Unlike purpose-built resorts, Megève has a traditional village feel, with cobbled streets, a central square, and horse-drawn carriages carrying heavily furred tourists across the piste.
