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Bodo’s Schloss
Perched by one of the gingham-clad wooden tables at the new Bodo’s Schloss, one of the not-quite-as-young-as-he-thinks-he-is vultures circling the room slid into the pine booth next to me. “So,” he drawled, “where do you ski?” “Banff” I replied. “Oh,” he says with evident disdain. “We ski in Méribel”. It was just too tempting. “Ergh.…