Well, they seem to be having more fun than I am, on an average day, anyway. You might be a spandex salesman with Katy Perry on your route, and trump these folks even on a bad day. But Briançon sure looks like the shizzle.
It’s in the south of France. I’d bring money if I were you.
You know, if Brutalist architects and planners didn’t make every city in the world into a hardscape end-of-the-world East German nightmare , Borderline Sociopathic Boys wouldn’t slide all over them and paint their names on the blank concrete walls.
Borderline friend Xavier de le Rue is back with another season of strapping his feet to a board and falling off frosty things with style.
Back in the day, I had a friend that worked at Killington mountain in Vermont. We used to go skiing on off-days, when there weren’t big crowds, and we’d go under the warning ropes and ski down some of the closed trails. It’s an exhilarating feeling to go where you’re not supposed to.