Postcards from the ALPS

By the time my flight touched down at Geneva Airport, I could feel the excitement rising after nearly twelve hours of travel.

- Ekta Sinha

While my feed was a blur of Aperol spritzes in Amalfi, sunsets in Santorini, and the same Eiffel Tower shot taken from three thousand different angles, I was glad I had chosen a different backdrop: the French Alps. I was trading cobblestones for clouds, city rooftops for rugged ridges, and the constant buzz of urban life for the slow, expansive calm of the mountains. My destinations? Valmorel and Tignes, two alpine gems promising something cities could never. Room to breathe. Especially in the off-season, the mountains felt like they existed just for me.

VALMOREL: WHERE TIME SLOWS DOWN

My first stop was Valmorel, a mountain village wrapped in greenery, peaks, fresh pine-scented air and soft, sombre rain. My base was a mountain-view room at Club Med, where mornings began wrapped in a blanket, watching sunlight spill across the slopes. From the moment I arrived, I was spoiled in all the best ways. Chalet-style rooms so cosy they could've been pulled straight from an A24 film.