Eseguire alle piste belle d'Italia

We drove some nice Austrians to Italy and got to ski at Courmayeur together all day long. Skiing for the first time on a new pair of very handsome thick twin tips, we took to the runs and leisurely went about dissecting the area beneath a magnificently welcome return of that fine golden sun, absorbing the juiciness of the undeniably far more exciting Italian buzz around the place; with invigorating tunes bouncing around the place + party cafes dotted about at different altitudes luring ravenously red faced skiers in for pizza + coffee breaks [to which we ecstatically obliged to on more occasions than our cash flow could handle]. Once again reeping in the benefits of rich people's pursuits with this jaunt, it would have been rude not to join them for champagne'd après-ski?