How to do a ski trip when you hate skiing (from an incredibly reluctant snow bunny)

Descending through the Alps, we were a car journey away from Courchevel, where investigations began in earnest. The season itself was beginning in earnest, too. Christmas trees lined the entryway of Fouquet’s, and the lobby still smelled of the freshly waxed pine walls. It’s a Magic Faraway Tree of a hotel – Chalet Girl meets Enid Blyton via The Nutcracker. A great maw of a fireplace warms the plush couches and the plaid panelling. At the heart: a hand-carved spiral staircase, five…