
Gstaad
The Maison's Swiss flagship. Chalets, one grand hotel on the hill, and the most complete alpine village in Switzerland.
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The Maison's Swiss flagship. Chalets, one grand hotel on the hill, and the most complete alpine village in Switzerland.

A duty-free village at 1,800 metres with serious off-piste on both sides of the valley.

A farming village that learned to ski. Low chalets, a church square at the centre, and slopes that end in the village, not above it.

Go in May, before the ships. The waterfalls are full and the road is empty.

Stay in Positano, swim before eight, and take the boat, never the road, to lunch.

Two square kilometres done properly. Walk the Rock before the harbour wakes, swim from Larvotto, and take May or late September over August.

Base yourself in Nice, swim at Villefranche in the morning, and drive the middle corniche to Èze before the road fills. September is the month.

Small rooms, old vines, and a valley that rewards those who book the second seating.

Pinot bianco above Bolzano, saunas at altitude, and hotels run by families, not groups.

Stay in the city, drive to Saint-Émilion in the morning, and let one estate visit a day be the whole plan. The right bank rewards patience.

Stone villages, lavender by late June, and the markets at Apt and Lourmarin taken early. Return in October, when the villages are their own again.

Three streets hold the tailors, the wine merchant and the only bar that matters.

The city a man returns to most. Saint-Germain before nine, the Marais after six, the same small hotel on the Left Bank, and one new quartier learned properly each visit.

Fishermen's cabins, Arctic light, and cod landed within sight of your table.

Mont Saint-Michel crossed at low tide, Deauville out of season, and lunch where the oysters were landed that morning. The weather is part of the arrangement.

Stay in Gion, walk before dawn, and let one temple a day be enough.

Four drops before lunch with a guide who reads the snowpack like a ledger.

Nice to Monaco by the Grande Corniche at dawn, Èze for coffee, and back along the Basse Corniche after lunch.

One long table, the picking crew as guests of honour, the vintage poured first.