Lunch had been arranged at a very popular restaurant at the top of the gondola. Well, it was actually at the other side of the piste, which when you are on skis is not a big deal, but being on foot meant hiking across the piste, uphill, through soft snow, through the fog.
Things did not get off to the best start. Our reservation had been cancelled somehow, and after a rather stressful negotiation and a 45 minute wait in the fog, a table was found. But boy was it worth the wait. The food was superb. Chieccos, is a first class restaurant. What had not started out in a promising manner, turned into one of the best meals I have ever had. We happily rolled back across the piste. Phil and I did a bit of a Cha Cha Cha to some house music that was coming from the very loud après ski party going on. We all agreed it was the perfect end to a fantastic week. And yes, I did walk across a snow covered piste with a handbag.
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