La Chaumière

On Médran, a few steps from the square. The door opens and the smell of proper cheese meets you — raclette, tomme, the shelf that is not a plastic-wrapped airport tray. Armand started it in 1959. Philippe keeps the counter. The same family, the same craft, people walking in for the evening’s raclette or a piece of tomme to take back to the chalet. This is the kind of door that makes a village feel authored. Not a concept. Not a franchise. A family that has simply stayed. Walk it when the evening needs cheese that.