It’s that time of year again. Another winter season is coming to the end. The chalets are all packed away. The streets and slopes are empty. The snow is melting (or actually, just starting again, thanks to another freak last-day-of-the-season-dump).
For many of us, it means leaving our beloved ski town is coming closer. In my case, it’s Morzine, a small French ski town with enough British-speaking residents to think you’re actually in Brighton, not the Alps.
Here’s why I think it’s the best seasonaire town in the world…
