What a wicked day. Gorgeous sun again, blue skies, three times down Saint Jacques, giant hot chocolate, one more run then lunch.

After, up the Varet bubble, then the Aguille Rouge lift to check out the amazing view across the alps from 3226m and marvel at the crazy skiiers plummeting over the edge.

Dom and I went out again after that to savour the last possible hours of skiing. I did Saint Jacques another three times and Dom did the Cascades. One more day and I reckon I would have been able to tackle that too.

I am sad to be leaving. I might not have the skills or the confidence but I've definitely got the bug. Au revoir Les Arcs!

Labels: seeing_doing, travel