Early one morning in Chamonix, I pull on my trail running shoes and set off in search of an alpine trail to explore. I’ve lived in ski resorts for long enough that I know a safe bet is to run towards the closest ski lift and look for a trail that starts at the bottom, and as usual, this method doesn’t fail me.
Within five minutes of leaving my hotel, I spy a promising-looking footpath snaking off into the forest to the north signposted to "La Floria" that I suspect will traverse along the hillside in the trees, providing much-needed shade on what’s already threatening to be a hot July day.
