From Parisian Romance to Alpine Serenity: A Winter Journey Through France and Switzerland
Paris and I have met before, but each time feels like a new love story — familiar, yet intoxicating in ways I can’t anticipate. The city never simply welcomes me back; it sweeps me off my feet all over again.
The Journey
In February, I returned to Paris, a city that somehow manages to make every visit feel like the first. We lingered over coffee and pastries at Carette, wandered hand in hand through quiet winter streets to the Eiffel Tower, and lost ourselves in the hum of the Champs-Élysées, shopping beneath twinkling lights before ending the night over dinner at Entrecôte.From there, I traded the romance of Paris for the crisp air of Courchevel’s snow-draped peaks. For four days, the Alps became my playground — mornings on the slopes, afternoons wrapped in the music and energy of après-ski at La Folie Douce, Bagatelle, and Cap Horn. I tried dog sledding across sparkling snowfields, wandered the charming streets of Courchevel’s village, and ended days with indulgent dinners like the one at La Eme Saint Amour.The journey ended in Switzerland — first in Geneva, a city I had visited before but whose lakeside serenity and understated beauty felt brand new under winter light. Lausanne’s old-world charm and sweeping views of Lake Geneva offered the perfect, gentle exhale to close the trip.Itinerary HighlightsParis, France
- Carette café
- Eiffel Tower walk
- Shopping on the Champs-Élysées
- Dinner at Entrecôte
Courchevel, France
- Skiing in Les Trois Vallées
- Après-ski at La Folie Douce, Bagatelle, and Cap Horn
- Dog sledding adventure
- Exploring Courchevel town
- Dinner at La Eme Saint Amour
Geneva, Switzerland
- Lake Geneva promenade
- Old Town Geneva
- Jet d’Eau fountain
Lausanne, Switzerland
- Lausanne Old Town
- Cathedral of Notre Dame
- Lake Geneva views
Closing Reflection
Paris reminded me that some loves never fade; they only deepen with time. Courchevel pushed me into the thrill of adventure, and Switzerland wrapped me in its gentle stillness. Returning to places I’ve been before only proved that travel isn’t about ticking boxes — it’s about letting each visit teach you something new.