Megeve

Essence of Rustic Chic

A minute or two is all it takes to fall under the spell of Megève. Icy cold air, the jingle of a horse-drawn carriage, the rush of a cascading mountain stream, the chiming of church bells. If you're lucky it will be snowing, sparkling flakes whirling down, turning the whole village into a scene of pure enchantment. It has a medieval heart, but it was, in a way, the original purpose-built French ski resort.

No wonder this is where the French choose to ski.